Chapter 8 Part 1
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Chapter 8: The Taste of Bai Lian Is Really Great! (1)
Bai Lian didn’t know how to describe her current feelings.
In short, it was chaos.
Her heart, once a calm lake, now churned with ripples of emotion. Just as she began savoring the warmth of the moment, An Lan’s unexpected action threw her into turmoil.
It was sudden.
Before Bai Lian could prepare herself, An Lan transformed into a massive wooden hammer and smashed it against her heart—unpredictable, forceful, and unreasonable.
Like thunder.
Puff!!!
The sound of that emotional impact mingled harmoniously with the explosion of aerial fireworks. In an instant, it felt as though a deep-water bomb had been dropped into Bai Lian’s heart.
After the initial roar, a hundred emotions surged forth.
The waves were relentless, engulfing her completely.
“This… this… this…”
Bai Lian could barely form a coherent thought.
Her master’s behavior left her completely flustered.
Annoying!
O(≧口≦)o
Half an hour later, while fireworks continued painting the sky, An Lan calmly moved back to her place. Her face was serene—an impeccable mask.
She could proudly claim: “Your master is your master!” After all, when it came to controlling her expressions, she was unmatched.
An Lan appeared composed, but it was all a pretense.
What did she have to fear?
After all, she had already cast a spell to erase this part of Bai Lian’s memory. Bai Lian wouldn’t remember any of it.
Whether it was a kiss or something far more outrageous, it didn’t matter—none of it would remain in Bai Lian’s mind.
But…
Somehow, An Lan felt a pang of guilt.
Sure, she could claim this was all for Bai Lian’s good, yet a part of her knew she was being selfish.
Her gaze turned to Bai Lian, who was still bewildered.
Look.
She’s so confused!
An Lan clenched her fist. “This is the right decision,” she muttered to herself.
Yet deep inside, doubt lingered.
Bai Lian, meanwhile, found herself drowning in conflicting emotions. She wanted to retaliate, to make her master realize that her disciple wasn’t some meek little lamb.
But when she looked into An Lan’s eyes, all her anger melted away.
What she saw wasn’t just power—it was sorrow, worry, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
She remembered the gift her master had given her:
“If two lovers long endure, why
worry about time’s passing?”
Bai Lian’s lips curled into a soft
smile.
She was Bai Lian.
She was not the Elder Martial
Sister Bai Lian from the game.
Her purpose wasn’t to cause
harm—it was to stand
alongside her master, to share
her burdens and joys.
So be it.
Bai Lian exhaled and waited to
see what her master would do
next.
An Lan placed her palm lightly
against Bai Lian’s chest.
Bai Lian turned to face her, still
a little dazed.
In that moment, An Lan spoke
softly, her voice steady yet
laced with an undercurrent of
emotion:
“I will erase part of your
memory. When you wake up,
all you will remember is that I
gave you a birthday gift.”
Bai Lian’s eyes widened
slightly, but before she could
speak, An Lan pressed a finger
to her lips.
Her touch was warm, and the
faint scent of oranges lingered
in the air.
“Don’t say anything. Don’t ask
anything. The past is over. If
the opportunity arises in the
future, you will understand why
I did this.”
An Lan’s words were as much
for herself as they were for Bai
Lian.
“…”
Bai Lian felt a surge of warmth
flow from An Lan’s palm—
gentle, almost tender.
Here we go.
As white light began to cloud
Bai Lian’s vision, a drop of cold
water suddenly splashed
against her lips.
She instinctively licked it.
Salty.
Before she could process what
was happening, the white light
consumed her completely.
Bai Lian found herself sinking
into a blank, empty world.
Her senses dulled. She
couldn’t see, hear, or feel
anything.
For a moment, fear gripped
her.
Would her memories really be
erased this time?
Fortunately, the emptiness
didn’t last long.
Ten seconds later, her senses
returned one by one.
She felt the evening breeze,
smelled the faint scent of
grass, and heard the rustling of
leaves.
Opening her eyes, Bai Lian
found herself standing
beneath the crooked-neck tree.
In her hands were the
cucumbers, watermelons, and
cantaloupes An Lan had given
her.
Above her, perched on the tree,
was her master, looking as
composed as ever.
“You can handle the gift
however you like,” An Lan said
flatly. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll
take my leave.”
Her gaze remained fixed on Bai
Lian.
Stare~
“…”
Bai Lian’s heart swelled with
relief.
Her memories were still intact!
She was certain the flashes of
images in her mind weren’t
mere illusions.
Excellent!
Bai Lian cheered inwardly, but
she kept her expression
neutral.
She couldn’t let An Lan know—
if her master realized, she
might truly erase her
memories this time.
Bai Lian nodded and smiled
brightly.
“Thank you for the birthday
gift, Master. I like it very much!”
An Lan hesitated for a
moment, then nodded in
acknowledgment.
“I love the fruits my master
grows with her own hands,” Bai
Lian thought, her smile
deepening. “And I love her
kisses even more.”
