39;s soft words was no longer the cold, sharp and indestructible sword of the past.

The sword was already broken, its blade was already broken.

****

As the night gradually rose…

In the end they didn't have much to say.

Mo Ren still couldn't accept sharing the same bed with his unparalleled master.
He was obedient and reticent.
As Chu Yan told him to lie down, he would lie down, but his whole body was extremely tense.
He only huddled in the small corner of the bed, as if he was afraid of soiling the bed of the Palace Master.

Chu Yan tried his best to talk but couldn't make the guard relax much.
He was thinking about Mo Ren's injury and didn't dare to press too hard, therefore he just lay quietly on the same bed with Ah Ren, slowly wasting time.


In the end, it was Mo Ren who watched the time getting late, and finally said in a low voice, “It's time for the Master to rest.”

Only then did the strings in Chu Yan's heart loosen, and he smiled at him then said, “It's time for Ah Ren to rest too.”

“This subordinate…”

Mo Ren hesitated to speak, but eventually said with a downcast eyes, “Yes.”

Chu Yan waited for him before speaking again, he sighed secretly in his heart, and still with a smile on his face, he said, “Then……this Master will go rest first.”

Mo Ren felt relieved immediately.
He tentatively asked the master if he wanted him to wash and change clothes, but after being denied by Chu Yan, he laid back on the bed silently.

In the dead of night, the bright moon dimly shone.

Chu Yan fell asleep very quickly.
He had been too tense for the past few days since finding out that he was reborn, not to mention his heart that was full of Mo Ren's injury, he was already very tired.

But Mo Ren couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
He closed his eyes for a while, but his heart was always in a mess, with all kinds of distracting thoughts rushing out.


He secretly turned his head to look at his master again.

Chu Yan's breathing was long and steady, his handsome eyebrows and eyes that appeared sunken in the dark night, he looked very young, and there was not a trace of gloominess and coldness of the ten years later.
It seemed that even the outlines were soft, and the appearance of a teenager could still be vaguely seen.

That's great.
Mo Ren thought secretly with his eyes open.

At this moment, he suddenly felt thin sparks rising from his heart, bright and warm.

Mo Ren shrank carefully into the soft quilt, those days of walking like a corpse had passed for too long, that even the warmth felt strange and awkward.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt that he seemed to be alive again—in order to protect a still safe Chu Yan, he could die miserably, or live on, and gladly enjoy hardships in the future.

He recalled the last time in his previous life when he vaguely heard Chu Yan say that his life was cheap.
He didn't admit it until now, but what's wrong with being cheap?

He was originally a sword.
The Master would break it as soon as he said so, discard it as soon as he said so; when the Master wanted to use it again, he would only threw the broken iron remains into the furnace to be calcined, and it would still be good after recasting, although it could barely be regarded as sharp.

If so, that would be great.

Mo Ren slightly bent his eyebrows and smiled silently.
His eyes looking at Chu Yan were as cool as water, and brighter than anyone else had ever seen.

 

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