Nangong Jin bit her lower lip in embarrassment, bringing a faint blush of blood to her pale lips. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she stubbornly shook her head.
"Because I have to overcome this Red Dust Tribulation, Brother Pei… Your Pure Yang True Qi is so warm. I'm afraid I'll grow to depend on it…"
Nangong Jin lowered her gaze, and a lock of black hair fell forward, perfectly concealing the slight blush on the tip of her ear.
"Brother, haven't you always said you hoped I could forget my feelings for you?"
"These past few days… I've been trying so hard to forget you, Brother Pei. To forget how you took care of me when I first joined the Sect, to forget how you dispelled the darkness and cold in the dungeon, how you used your own blood to bring me warmth…"
"But the more I try to forget you, Brother, the clearer your image becomes in my mind. Still, I'm really trying!"
