ABRWF Chapter 323.1

There was a faint scent of sandalwood in the air.

Jiang Nanshu stood at the doorway, staring into the gilded Buddha statue.

“Why are you standing at the door? Come in.”

Jiang Nanshu glanced sideways at Zhou Yanxu and walked in without a word.

He first opened the umbrella and placed it in the corridor, waiting for the rainwater to dry completely.

The room was lit by incandescent lights.

Only then did Jiang Nanshu get a good look at Zhou Yanxu’s face. He was thin, with a sickly pale complexion. He wore a gray monk’s robe and held a string of Buddhist beads in his right hand.

She looked around at her surroundings, especially at the lamps: “I thought temples always used candles.”

“Times are changing, so how can temples lag behind? Would you like to see our shower room? It even has warm air conditioning inside.”

Jiang Nanshu: “…”

She choked, met Zhou Yanxu’s sincere eyes, and said coldly with a straight face, “I don’t want to.”

“Okay.” 

He didn’t care about Jiang Nanshu’s rude attitude. Instead, he said, “There’s a separate bathroom behind my house. Go take a shower and get a good night’s sleep. You’re going down the mountain tomorrow. There are no clothes for girls in the temple, so I got you a new monk’s robe. You can make do with it.”

The robe he brought was brown, unlike his own.

Jiang Nanshu couldn’t understand why he could still speak kindly to her even after seeing her rude attitude. If it were the Zhou Yanxu of the past, even if he was gentle, he would still scold her seriously with a stern face when she went too far, saying, “Stop messing around.”

But the man before her indulged her with nothing but indulgence, seemingly without a temper, like a steamed bun, ready to be twisted and twirled.

“I don’t want this one. The color is too ugly. Change it.” Jiang Nanshu said bluntly, staring intently at Zhou Yanxu’s face.

He glanced at her silently, then nodded. 

“Okay. Is gray okay? These are the only colors available.”

Jiang Nanshu looked away with some disappointment.

So that’s why she didn’t want to go look for Zhou Yanxu.

She was afraid that the person she found wouldn’t be the same as she imagined, not the Xu Xu she had in mind.

“Forget it. I hate gray.” 

Not wanting him to make another trip, Jiang Nanshu snatched the brown monk’s robe from his hand.

“Close the door when you leave.” She said as she walked inside.

Zhou Yanxu stood at the door, remained silent for a few seconds, and then slowly said, “After you go down the mountain, don’t tell the Zhou family that you’ve seen me. Just pretend you’ve never seen me. The old Zhou Yanxu is dead. I am Guiyuan.”

Jiang Nanshu tightened her grip on the clothes, creating a deep crease on the smooth fabric.

“Don’t tell me so much. I’m not interested in your affairs. Who cares whether you are Guanyuan or Wuyuan?”

She disappeared.

After a long moment, Zhou Yanxu turned to look at the dripping raindrops from the eaves.

“It’s Guiyuan, idiot.”

[L-Lord God?] Dashachun’s cautious voice rang out.

Their system sounds can only be heard by the host and the Lord God who governs them.

Zhou Yanxu closed the door, went to the meditation room next door, lit three incense sticks, and then slowly replied, “0168, long time no see.”

Dashachun: […]

It was actually pleased if Zhou Yanxu was ignoring it, which proved that it was wrong.

But it turned out to be really him!

It even accurately called out its codename.

[Woo, woo, Lord God, when can I leave? The host I’m bound to doesn’t play by the rules at all. I doubt she will even reach the max disgust value. Her family is treating her better and better, but she has absolutely no feelings for them at all. They’re treating her so well, and she still doesn’t feel anything? Is she a little mentally unstable? I can’t quite understand the world of a madwoman.]

 

 

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