If these crystals really were washed out from the mountains, then there might indeed be something inside the mountain.
Although she found Sanni’s story about the Cangming Divine Dragon’s love story somewhat ludicrous, there is never smoke without fire; perhaps there really was an ancient tomb of sorts within.
Unconsciously, Yang Ruxin felt her heart stir, the adventurous spirit in her bones quietly coming alive.
But... her current excitement had to remain just that, as the conditions were not yet ripe for action. She couldn’t help but look up at the sky outside the kitchen, then back at the crystal in her hand. One day, she was sure, she would go and explore what was inside.
Before she could avert her gaze, someone came into view.
"Why did you come here by yourself?" Yang Ruxin was startled and hurried over, "You should have someone push you; what if you bumped into something?"
"I walk the path from home to here several times a day and have memorized it. Besides, there are no thresholds to bump into," Gu Qingheng replied with a smile, subconsciously reaching out to catch the figure hurling toward him, but unfortunately, she didn’t throw herself into his arms, instead seizing his hand.
Holding hands was quite nice too.
What he hadn’t mentioned was that just as he woke up and opened his eyes, he noticed that the light was growing brighter and he could even sense the contours of the entire room now, knowing where objects were and where the path lay.
This time, when he woke up and left the house, he hadn’t disturbed the Feng Family. He had managed to navigate his wheelchair here on his own.
At the entrance, he could even sense the direction of the sunset; the horizon must be ablaze with fire.
Just now, as Yang Ruxin rushed over, her silhouette appeared rather slender to him. No, once he recovered, he would definitely have to properly nourish this girl.
"Gu Qingheng, can you see now?" Yang Ruxin had sensed a change in Gu Qingheng, but those eyes that should be sparkling still lacked focus. If he hadn’t reached out to her just now, she wouldn’t have been suspicious.
Gu Qingheng shook his head: "It’s just some light and shadow."
"Then it’s showing some improvement," Yang Ruxin beamed, "This calls for a celebration! No, tonight I must cook a few extra dishes..."
That very evening, Yang Ruxin cooked every dish that Dao Xuzi, the old man, had prattled on about.
Gu Qingheng stayed by the stove the whole time, his cooking skills increasingly improving.
Others wanted to help, but seeing the silent understanding between the two at the kitchen door, they all quietly left. They all felt as if invading their space would be an act of transgression.
Yang Ruxin didn’t need any help, either. Cooking with Gu Qingheng had become a source of joy for her.
They chatted as they busied themselves.
"You mean to say, you’re going to meet him tomorrow?" Gu Qingheng frowned.
"Yeah." Yang Ruxin nodded, "I always feel that Yang Baiyue must be backed by someone. Otherwise, how could he, on his own, be so firmly identified as Mo Wenjie and accepted by the Dong Family?"
"But it’s too dangerous..."
Yang Ruxin shook her head: "Gu Qingheng, remember this, I can always protect myself."
Gu Qingheng’s brow furrowed even more.
"Gu Qingheng, we have a long life ahead of us and might encounter many things, but you must always remember what I just said." Yang Ruxin bent down to look straight into Gu Qingheng’s eyes, "As long as I am unwilling, no one can do anything to me, do you believe that?"