diskusbooks Chapter 1848 I want you to compensate me now
Chapter 1848 I want you to compensate me now
Mingchuan froze, clearly feeling the warm liquid flowing from her eyes.
After a long while, he could only sigh, cup Jin Man's face in his hands, and gently kiss her lips.
"You've had a tough time these past few days. I'll make it up to you properly once we get through this."
The moment the warm lips touched, Jin Man froze. Her tears flowed even more freely, and her voice was thick with nasal congestion.
"The compensation later won't be enough, Mingchuan, I miss you so much..."
Without waiting for a reply, Jinman pulled her hand away, cupped his face in her hands, and kissed him again, disregarding everything else.
The kiss was tinged with salty tears, growing more and more intense until both of them could barely breathe.
"I want you to make it up to me now..."
As Jinman finished speaking, the blanket was pulled over their heads, and the narrow, enclosed space instantly brought their hearts closer. For a moment, the sound of their heartbeats filled their ears...
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The sky outside the window had, without my noticing, transitioned from deep inky black to the richest indigo blue before dawn.
Inside the quiet room, the enchanting atmosphere had not yet completely dissipated, and a faint, warm fragrance and a hint of exhaustion lingered in the air.
Jinman lay on her side on the soft bed, covered with a brocade quilt, revealing only half of her smooth shoulder and her black hair scattered on the pillow.
Her eyes were closed, her breathing even and long, and her thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, as if she had fallen into a deep sleep.
Mingchuan sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed.
He looked down at Jin Man's peaceful sleeping face. Her usually charming and lively eyes were completely relaxed at this moment, with a rare and unguarded softness.
However, there was still a little bit of dampness at the base of her eyelashes.
He reached out and gently brushed his fingertips across the corner of her eye, wiping away the tear stain with utmost care, as if afraid of disturbing something.
The tender moments were too short, while the pressures of reality were overwhelming.
He cannot stay any longer.
His fingertips lingered for a moment, and finally, he simply sighed silently, leaned down, and placed a very light kiss on her smooth forehead.
"Sleep well."
He whispered, his voice so soft that only he could hear it.
He then stood up, gave her one last look, turned around, and walked out of the quiet room silently, closing the door behind him.
The faint sound of the door closing could be heard.
Almost at the same instant, the person on the bed who was pretending to be asleep slowly opened their eyes.
Those eyes, which had just been filled with tenderness and dreaminess, were now exceptionally clear, without the slightest hint of sleepiness, reflecting only the coldest, most desolate light of dawn filtering through the cracks in the window.
She didn't move, just lay there quietly, listening to the deliberately soft but still familiar footsteps outside the door gradually fade away and disappear at the end of the corridor.
Tears welled up again without warning, silently sliding down her cheeks and quickly soaking the hair at her temples and the brocade quilt beneath her.
The tenderness he showed just now was real, as were his gentleness and remorse.
That's precisely why this separation feels so helpless.
Kingman knows him too well, and he knows the current situation too well.
The Spirit Realm is in turmoil, surrounded by powerful enemies. As the sect leader, he bears the hopes and lives of everyone on his shoulders.
Every moment of peace is a luxury, and every bit of warmth must be snatched from the edge of a knife.
He just said he would "compensate her later," but she wasn't really after any compensation.
She was just... too tired, and she missed him.
She wanted to be by the side of this person who made her feel at ease, to temporarily shed all her pretense and strength, even if only for a brief moment.
And now, that moment has ended.
He must return to his battlefield to strategize and face the storm.
And she, too, could not stay.
He gripped the bedding tightly with his fingertips, so hard that his knuckles turned white.
The tears flowed even more fiercely, as if trying to wash away all the suppressed fatigue and deep-seated love from this period of time.
But she didn't make a sound.
She simply let the tears flow freely, as if she were giving a silent farewell.
I don't know how much time passed, but when the first ray of light pierced the indigo sky and shone into the room, my tears finally stopped.
Jinman took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled.
She raised her hand and forcefully wiped away the cold tears on her face, her movements decisive and swift.
The vulnerability and tears in his eyes were quickly concealed, replaced by a renewed calm and resilience, even sharper than usual.
She sat up, the brocade quilt slipped down, revealing her beautifully shaped body.
Without any hesitation, she grabbed the scattered clothes and put them on neatly, one by one.
Comb your hair, wash your face, and light a calming incense stick.
As the last wisp of incense smoke rose, the mirror reflected the capable and charming Jin Man, the seemingly perpetually at ease deputy sect leader of the Wanchuan Sect.
It was as if the woman who had just been crying and vulnerablely seeking warmth had never existed.
Only the slightly red corners of her eyes and the dampness in her heart proved that it was not all an illusion.
She walked to the table, picked up the jade slips that had fallen in the chaos of the previous night and were later picked up and placed there by Mingchuan, and immersed her consciousness in them, quickly browsing the latest feedback information about the control points in the Western Regions.
His brow furrowed slightly at times and relaxed at others; his brain raced as he began planning the day's work.
She couldn't keep him, but she could stand behind him, stabilize the rear for him, handle all the complicated matters, and allow him to face the turbulent waves ahead without distraction.
This is the best companionship and support she can give him.
Outside the window, the sky had fully brightened.
A new day has begun.
But the storm never truly left.
Jin Man memorized the information from the last jade slip, pushed open the door of the quiet room, and walked out steadily into the morning light.
Her back was straight, and there was no trace of the softness she had shown before.
Meanwhile, on the core platform of the Observatory Mirror deep within the Suspended Hall, Mingchuan had already activated a specific Buddhist seal that connected him with Master Huineng.
He gazed at the ripples beginning to spread in the mirror, his eyes calm, temporarily suppressing all his romantic feelings.
After a moment, the ripples in the mirror gradually subsided, and what was reflected was no longer the landscape of the spiritual realm, but a peaceful and serene phantom.
It resembled a simple meditation room, with the fragrance of sandalwood wafting through the air.
An elderly figure wearing a kasaya sat cross-legged inside; it was none other than Master Huineng.
Although separated by an endless distance, the connection built upon Buddhist secrets and the spatial characteristics of the Observatory Mirror is sufficient for both parties to clearly perceive each other's existence and communicate.
"Amitabha." The phantom of Master Huineng clasped his hands together, and his peaceful voice came through the mirror.
"Young friend Mingchuan, judging from your complexion, you have recovered quite well. Why are you contacting me now? Is there some new development in the Spirit Realm, or is there some follow-up to the Fallen Star Wasteland incident?"