Chapter 65: A Debt of Love (Part 1)
It was rumored in the Jianghu that there was an immortal in Mu Linglong’s Rejuvenation Valley. Mu Linglong was a divine physician, favored by the immortal, and his medicinal herbs had all become spirits. Whether there was an immortal or not was unknown, but Mu Linglong himself was an immortal. At least, that’s what Shen Linye thought, and so did Xiao Zijun and Zhuo Fang.
After Zhuo Fang regained consciousness, the first person he saw was Xiao Zijun. Just like every morning before, when he woke up, his eyes were filled with only him and the gentle sunlight.
Seeing the clarity in Zhuo Fang’s eyes, Xiao Zijun, who was standing by the bed, couldn’t help but bend down and throw himself into his arms. “Brother Zhuo!”
Zhuo Fang’s eyes widened, and he said in a hoarse voice, “You… you can speak?”
“Mm, I can.” Xiao Zijun rested his head on his chest, a look of contentment on his face.
He had not originally been mute, but after witnessing the bloody massacre of his family, he had been so shocked that he had lost the ability to speak.
Mu Linglong, with dark circles under his eyes, stood to the side. Seeing the two of them holding each other tightly, the large stone in his heart finally fell. For the past few days, he had been exhausted both mentally and physically, performing the blood exchange for Zhuo Fang. The process had not only consumed his internal energy and spirit but had also made him almost breathless from the tension and pressure. Fortunately, his efforts had finally paid off.
Zhuo Fang’s mind was still a little muddled. He didn’t seem to have figured out the situation yet, just staring blankly at his surroundings.
“Cult Leader Mu, you are our savior, our second parents. Zijun can never repay you in this lifetime and will be at your beck and call. Even if you want my life, I will not have a second word.” Xiao Zijun left Zhuo Fang’s embrace and was about to kowtow before him.
Mu Linglong was startled and quickly pulled him up.
“What nonsense are you talking about? I am a physician. This is my duty. There is no need for repayment.”
“Besides,” he smiled, “I have promised before the Buddha that for every person I save, I will accumulate a little more merit for Linye.”
“Zijun will definitely go before the Buddha every day to pray for Alliance Chief Shen’s safety,” Xiao Zijun said, lowering his head.
“It’s really fine,” Mu Linglong said, patting his shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about us. Living a good life with General Zhuo is the best repayment for a physician like me.”
“Alright,” Xiao Zijun smiled, lowering his head.
After Mu Linglong left, Zhuo Fang pulled him into his arms, his voice hoarse and trembling. “Zijun… I… I remember some fragments…”
He looked at Xiao Zijun’s empty left sleeve, his eyes red. He wished he could cut himself into a thousand pieces for being such a bastard.
“Brother Zhuo, I don’t mind, really.” After a pause, he said, “As long as you’re back, everything is fine…” His voice was tinged with tears.
“I was so scared then… so scared that you would never recognize me again. That would have been more painful than death… I only have you, I only have you…”
A man does not shed tears easily, but Zhuo Fang couldn’t help but cry.
“I’m sorry…”
No amount of words could describe the guilt he felt at this moment.
“Don’t leave me again in the future…” Xiao Zijun was in his arms, nuzzling him like a cat, desperately taking in his scent. The joy of having him back almost drowned him.
Looking at the ecstatic Xiao Zijun, Zhuo Fang felt like he was about to explode. Yes, explode. The guilt, gratitude, relief, and love in his heart were about to tear him apart. He was so excited he wanted to cry, to shout, to vent.
“Zijun, I swear, I will definitely love and protect you in the future…” Zhuo Fang kissed his lips fiercely.
I will love him doubly, take care of him doubly, and never let him shed another tear.
Heavens, how can there be such a person, to make me love him so much, in a way that words cannot describe, and with each passing day, I will only love him more, more crazily.
“Zijun, let’s go back to Junce and get married. We’ll invite General Qi, Cult Leader Mu, and the others…”
Xiao Zijun blushed and rested his head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and smiled. “Alright.”
