Beautiful.
Exceedingly beautiful.
It was clearly the same face.
But Luo Feiyan felt that the face of the young girl in front of her was even more beautiful than her own.
Strange.
Very strange.
In this world, there was actually someone who looked exactly like her.
Luo Feiyan stared blankly.
Meanwhile, a sense of caution slowly crept into her heart.
This young girl looked like this and was so kind to her. Did she have some ulterior motive? Or was she simply being kind?
"Sister."
"I know you're curious about why I look like this, but people can resemble each other, and things can be alike, right?"
The doubt on Luo Feiyan's face did not diminish in the slightest.
"Alright, alright. I'll just tell you this. I do look very much like you, but I will never harm you. If you're willing to trust me, then I don't need to say more. If you don't, I have no other way."
Zhao Shuning had already done what she should and shouldn't have done before. It didn't matter if she did a couple more things.
"I trust you."
"Huh?"
"I trust you, sister."
Zhao Shuning was a bit dazed.
Did the real Luo Qiu just trust her like this? Didn't this woman have any sense of caution towards others? She had suffered so much and almost died at the hands of that scoundrel prince. How could she still be so kind to others?
Zhao Shuning didn't know if she should be happy.
Without saying anything or doing anything, the real Luo Qiu had trusted her.
"But?"
"There's no 'but'. Sister said she won't hurt me, so I believe her."
Zhao Shuning swallowed back the explanation on the tip of her tongue.
This was truly a kind young girl. No wonder she had been remembered by future generations for so long.
Zhao Shuning didn't know that Luo Feiyan had grown up in the Marquis Mansion and had never suffered much, but she had seen a lot of scheming.
The concubine, Lady Liu, had a humble background. Just because she was her father's childhood sweetheart and relied on her soft demeanor, she was able to attach herself to a man like her father.
If it weren't for Ye Qingluan's good upbringing since childhood, Luo Feiyan, who had grown up in such an environment, would have probably become smooth and treacherous.
But just because she was kind didn't mean she didn't understand the calculations in others' hearts.
Take the young girl standing in front of her now, for example. She could tell that her sister was a good person. At least, she didn't have any bad intentions towards her.
"You trust me so much. I don't know what to say."
Because Luo Feiyan's injury this time was really too serious, she couldn't walk on her legs.
After Zhao Shuning helped her take a bath and treated her wounds, she picked Luo Feiyan up horizontally and carried her to the wooden bed in the small bamboo hut.
The wooden bed was cool, and there was a layer of soft mat grass underneath.
The sky had already darkened.
The light in the small bamboo hut was very dim.
Luo Feiyan could also take this opportunity to openly look at Zhao Shuning, who was busy in the hut.
She still didn't know the young girl's name. She just felt that the time spent with her was very comfortable, and she didn't have to worry about others disturbing them.
Thinking of the man by the river this afternoon, Luo Feiyan couldn't help but feel nauseous.
At first, Luo Feiyan thought she was just frightened. It wasn't until later that she realized that from that incident on, she had only felt disgust towards the contact of men.
"Yiner, what kind of beads do you like?"
"Huh?"
"Would a bigger one be okay?"
"Okay."
The young girl turned around. There was already a huge night pearl in her hand. Against the backdrop of the night pearl, the young girl's skin was so fair, her eyes were bright, and the smile on her face was so captivating that one would be lost in it at a glance.
"Hey - Yiner, why is your face so red?"
Luo Feiyan quickly averted her gaze.
"Maybe it's a bit hot."
Hot?
No way.
It was autumn, with clear skies and a crisp atmosphere. How could it be hot?
Zhao Shuning placed the night pearl above the bamboo hut, and the whole room instantly became bright.
Only then did she see that Luo Feiyan's face had turned bright red.
Zhao Shuning stepped forward worriedly and gently placed her hand on Luo Feiyan's forehead. The cool touch made Luo Feiyan feel very comfortable. This feeling made her feel very dependent.
"Oops."
Zhao Shuning gently lifted Luo Feiyan's chin.
"Be good, open your mouth, ah -"
Luo Feiyan obediently opened her mouth.
Zhao Shuning checked and then withdrew her hand.
"What's wrong?"
"You have a bit of a fever."
Zhao Shuning looked along Luo Feiyan's arm and saw that there was blood seeping out faintly.
Was the wound inflamed?
It seemed to be quite serious.
It should be the fever caused by the inflamed wound. The most urgent thing was to treat Luo Feiyan's wound first.
Zhao Shuning lowered her head and wanted to find some needles and thread to stitch the wound from the Qiankun bag, but she found that her Qiankun bag was lost at some point.
"Sister, what are you looking for?"
"Nothing."
Zhao Shuning squatted down and stood up, went outside and then came back inside.
Then she said, "Are you afraid of pain?"
There were some tears in Luo Feiyan's eyes.
Zhao Shuning slapped her own head.
"Look at what I'm saying. You must be afraid of pain. But bear with it a bit. The wound on your arm is very long. If it's not treated properly, the consequences will be very serious."
Luo Feiyan nodded.
She took off half of her clothes.
On her originally fair arm, there was now a very long and winding wound.
Zhao Shuning first found a jar of wine to disinfect Luo Feiyan, and then took a dagger and burned it on the lamp for a while.
Then she looked at Luo Feiyan and said.
"I'm going to stitch your wound now. I've lost a lot of things, so it will definitely hurt a bit during the stitching process. Can you bear it?"
Luo Feiyan nodded and said, "I'll try my best."
Zhao Shuning was not afraid of pain, so every time her master treated her wounds, no anesthetic was used. But she was different from Luo Feiyan. Luo Feiyan was a high - ranking young lady, while she was a little beggar wandering on the street and had no right to complain about the pain.
"Hiss -"
When the first cut was made, Luo Feiyan couldn't help but take a deep breath.
There were also tears in her eyes.
However, she didn't cry out.
Luo Feiyan just stared directly at Zhao Shuning as she cleaned her wound. She was so serious and meticulous.
Although her stitching skills were really not that good, and Luo Feiyan could still feel the dull pain when the wound was being stitched, looking at the young girl's profile, Luo Feiyan felt that the pain was not that bad.
It wasn't until the last stitch was made that Zhao Shuning finally raised her head.
Her forehead was already covered with fine sweat.
Luo Feiyan took out a handkerchief and carefully and gently wiped the sweat off Zhao Shuning's face.
Her expression was so gentle.
"Does it hurt? This will definitely leave a scar."
Luo Feiyan looked at the winding wound on her arm and smiled sweetly.
"It doesn't matter."
In the future, when she saw this scar, she would be able to remember that it was the wound stitched by her sister with her own hands.
It contained their shared memories.
Zhao Shuning scratched her head. She really couldn't figure out the thoughts of high - ranking young ladies. Leaving a scar should be the most painful thing for them.
But the woman in front of her actually had a gentle smile in her eyes.
How strange!