Chapter 170 Reunion

Zhao Ji, this person's name has often appeared in Xiaomei's ears recently.

Xiao Qingfang asked her to pay attention to this person, saying that this person might become a key figure influencing the war situation.

Due to the influence of someone, Xiaomei always plans repeatedly before starting a task, making sure that no accidents will happen, and then starts.

However, Xiaomei did not expect that Xiao Qingfang's words would come true so soon, but she actually did not know enough about this general named Zhao Ji.

During the war, the general stayed in the military camp all day long and was protected by a large group of soldiers when he traveled, so she never got close to Zhao Ji.

Since I couldn't even get close to him, it was naturally impossible for me to have seen this person's face.

Just looking from a distance, his figure looked like a person, like...

Although the last time we saw each other was nearly ten years ago, he must have grown a lot taller and changed a lot in the past ten years.

The so-called similarities are just self-deception.

Xiaomei has seen more than a hundred or a thousand similar-looking backs over the years, and each time she was disappointed.

It’s wrong again this time!

For the sake of professional ethics, she still inquired about Zhao Ji's past deeds and personality habits.

This gave her another illusion that the two figures were gradually overlapping.

She suddenly felt inexplicably frightened, afraid that this was another disappointment that would shatter her hopes, even though she had become accustomed to disappointments over the years.

Is it really commonplace? Then why are we disappointed?
If she were a normal person, she would have come into contact with many other outstanding men in nearly ten years.

The figures of these people will gradually squeeze out the shadow hidden deep in your heart and replace it.

Unfortunately, Xiaomei is a killer. Her life is simple and boring, bloody and cold. She has no chance of a normal life.

A yearning for freedom and some kind of vitality overlaps with his figure, because these are untouchable things.

The figure gradually took root and became an unforgettable existence.

Sometimes people become more afraid when they are close to the truth. They dare not touch it, fearing that it is just a flower in the water or a moon in the mirror.

But the flowers in the water and the moon in the mirror are also beautiful. If the calmness of the water is disturbed and the bronze mirror is smashed, even the flowers in the water and the moon in the mirror will disappear.

With Xiaomei's skills, if she wanted, she would have gotten a definite answer long ago.

When people are afraid to move forward, life will force you to make a choice.

Xiaomei made a not entirely rational decision. She went to the room where she had hesitated several times and sneaked in.

Zhao Ji lay flat on the bed, fully clothed, this was a habit he had developed during the war, always ready to deal with any eventuality.

Xiaomei's martial arts skills are very high and her moves are quite light, but she still couldn't escape Zhao Ji's keen vigilance.

He suddenly woke up from his deep sleep, his body moved like lightning, and he turned over and sat up in an instant.

The sword was right next to the bed, and Zhao Ji drew out the blade as quickly as possible.

Faced with this sudden change, Xiaomei was confused for a moment. She had no time to think, so she had to take advantage of the cover of night and jumped out from the window, leaving only a hurried and blurry figure.

Zhao Ji naturally didn't want to let this uninvited guest go, so he got up and chased after him.

The moonlight tonight was extremely bright, which made it extremely difficult for Xiaomei to escape. Zhao Ji was chasing her closely.

Finally, in an unknown alley, Zhao Ji caught up with Xiaomei.

Xiaomei stopped where she was, and Zhao Ji also stopped where she was. He had been chasing for a long time, and he felt that the masked woman's movements were very familiar to him.

Silver light sprinkled on the ground, and it was so quiet that you could hear the breathing.

The sword in Zhao Ji's hand slipped to the ground, making a crisp tinkling sound, breaking the silence.

"Xiaomei?" His voice was low and trembling, with a hint of disbelief and surprise.

This name has echoed in his mind countless times, but he never thought that he would meet it again in such a scene and in such a way.

Xiaomei's body trembled slightly. She had never expected that Zhao Ji would recognize her, and she had never expected that the shock of the reunion would be much stronger than she had imagined. She was silent for a moment, and finally turned around slowly, took off the black veil covering her face, revealing her face that was still beautiful, but a little more mature and tough.

"It's me." Her voice was as light as a thread, but it reached Zhao Ji's ears clearly.

Under the moonlight, their eyes met. Zhao Ji saw clearly the beautiful face that often appeared in his dreams, and he was speechless for a moment.

The air between the two seemed to freeze, leaving only the sound of each other's heartbeats and the occasional hum of the night breeze in the distance.

Finally, it was Xiaomei who broke the long silence.

There was a hint of sob in her voice: "I haven't seen you for so many years. I thought I recognized the wrong person. It's amazing that you can still recognize me."

Zhao Ji was overwhelmed with guilt when he heard this. He lowered his head and said with a shy look: "I'm sorry."

Xiaomei shook her head slightly, seemingly unwilling to accept the apology: "How do you know it's me with the veil between us?"

Zhao Ji forced a smile and replied, "I know. I knew it was you two sisters, and then I guessed your name."

Xiaomei's mouth corners unconsciously raised, revealing a faint smile: "You...you really haven't changed at all."

Zhao Ji was melancholy for a moment, and whispered: "Actually, a lot has changed."

When Xiaomei heard this, her expression darkened slightly and she sighed softly.

Zhao Ji hid his hands behind his back in a twisted manner, his whole body seemed to be covered with thorns, and he looked uneasy.

He wanted to get closer to her, but he didn't dare to take a step.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the two of them kept a distance from each other and did not dare to get close to each other, just like the many years they had been apart.

"Are you... okay?" Zhao Ji finally plucked up the courage and asked softly.

Xiaomei looked at Zhao Ji's slightly retreating posture, and a surge of anger surged in her heart: "Not good!"

Zhao Ji lowered his head again, speechless, as if all the words were stuck in his throat.

"Have you met Jin Mulan and Hu Jinghui in Youzhou?" Xiaomei suddenly asked, changing the subject, with complex emotions flashing in her eyes.

Zhao Ji raised his head suddenly when he heard this, then quickly lowered his eyes and replied softly, "Yes."

"Have you asked them about the whereabouts of our sisters?" Xiaomei asked again.

"No." Zhao Ji still lowered his head, his voice getting lower and lower, almost inaudible.

"That is to say, in all these years, you have never thought about looking for us sisters, right?" Xiaomei's voice gradually became heavier, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhao Ji's heart.

"No, no, I have thought about looking for you sisters." Zhao Ji said a little guiltily.

"Oh, have you thought about it? What about you? You blink so quickly. So many years have passed, and you are still like this when you lie!" Xiaomei asked loudly, with a hint of grievance in her voice.

Zhao Ji swallowed hard, lowered his head again, and was unable to speak.

Seeing this, Xiaomei laughed out of anger, and two lines of tears quietly slid down her cheeks: "It turns out that us sisters are completely dispensable in your eyes!"

"That's not true, I swear!" Zhao Ji closed his eyes in pain.

Xiaomei's tears blurred her vision. "I don't blame you for leaving without saying goodbye. After all, we were separated by our old master. My sisters and I followed Xiao Qingfang, and you stayed in Yuan Mansion."

"Later, I just thought you couldn't find us. But why? Why did you obviously have the ability to find us, but you still ignored us sisters?"

"Xiaofeng and I are really blind. No wonder, we were originally the maids arranged by the old master for your Highness. How can we be worthy of you!"

"Don't mention this!!! I told you not to mention this identity in front of me!" Zhao Ji suddenly broke down and stamped his feet in anxiety.

"I just want to take you sisters and escape from Snake Spirit safely. What's wrong with that? If Yuan Tiangang doesn't die and all the people in Snake Spirit are not killed, what good will it do for me to find you, except that we will all be hunted down together and flee to the ends of the earth?"

"As long as Yuan Tiangang is alive, the snake spirit will not die. If my identity is spread to Wu Zhao's ears, do you know what will happen to me?"

　I feel like I’m not in a very good mental state and it’s hard to imagine what I’ve written.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)