Riding Bai Shuanglian’s Flying Sword, Ling Xiaoyou and Bai Shuanglian arrived together at the Villa District where Xiaoyu’s House was located.
To be honest, Ling Xiaoyou actually didn’t want to ride Bai Shuanglian’s Flying Sword.
After all, her own flying speed wasn’t slower than Bai Shuanglian’s sword at all.
But Bai Shuanglian said that riding her Flying Sword would save Ling Xiaoyou’s spiritual power for flight.
Moreover, Ling Xiaoyou wasn’t very familiar with the location of Xiaoyu’s House.
The last time she went there, it was once by being summoned by Xiaoyu, and another time by being teleported by Hong Lingyan.
Both times, Ling Xiaoyou hadn’t paid much attention to the location, so she wasn’t as familiar as Bai Shuanglian, who had been looking after Xiaoyu these past few days.
So, she had no choice but to agree to Bai Shuanglian’s invitation…
It’s not like she wanted to slack off!
“Hey, you can let go of your hand now, we’ve already arrived!”
Standing on the Flying Sword, Ling Xiaoyou glanced at the slightly small Villa below her feet, then looked at Bai Shuanglian’s slender jade hand wrapped around her waist, and spoke somewhat speechlessly.
If Bai Shuanglian hadn’t insisted that this was safer, she wouldn’t have agreed to let her do this!
Besides, she didn’t understand why she agreed at all.
Clearly, she wasn’t afraid of being thrown off.
Unable to figure it out, she decided not to think about it.
Ling Xiaoyou nudged Bai Shuanglian behind her with her elbow, signaling for her to let go quickly.
“We haven’t landed yet, don’t be in a hurry.”
Bai Shuanglian rested her chin on top of Ling Xiaoyou’s head and rubbed it, then controlled the Flying Sword to land on the ground.
The moment they touched down, Ling Xiaoyou immediately slipped out from Bai Shuanglian’s embrace.
As expected, this Bai Shuanglian was just as she thought—always touchy-feely during flight.
Luckily, it was limited to pinching her cheek or the like.
Otherwise, even at the risk of crashing, she’d have to show Bai Shuanglian what’s what!
Ling Xiaoyou had somewhat gotten used to these actions by now and felt too lazy to argue further.
She looked at Xiaoyu’s House, paused, and then turned to Bai Shuanglian, asking in confusion:
“Why are the lights off? Did they not turn them on? Or is Xiaoyu not home?”
“She probably went to take care of her mother. She’ll likely be back in a while.”
Bai Shuanglian put away the Flying Sword and walked to Ling Xiaoyou’s side, also gazing at the dark house.
Ling Xiaoyou nodded in understanding, then as if remembering something, looked at Bai Shuanglian and asked curiously:
“By the way, didn’t you say before that you wanted Xiaoyu to only start Cultivation after her mother recovered?”
“Why did you change your mind?”
Hearing this, Bai Shuanglian was silent for a while.
Why else would she change her mind?
Naturally, it was because a few days ago, Hong Lingyan had asked her to help Ling Xiaoyou with Yang Flame Resistance Training.
The excuse and method she came up with were somewhat connected to teaching Xiaoyu, so she simply changed her previous plan.
Of course, although that was the truth, Bai Shuanglian certainly couldn’t just say it out loud.
She had promised Hong Lingyan to keep it a secret.
“What’s wrong? Is it that hard to answer?”
Ling Xiaoyou looked at Bai Shuanglian in confusion.
In her opinion, it shouldn’t be a question requiring so much thought.
“No, I was just thinking how to explain it.”
Bai Shuanglian shook her head, recalling the explanation she had prepared in advance.
“It’s because I saw that Xiaoyu was still feeling down and guilty over her mother’s situation. I thought letting her start Cultivation earlier could help shift her focus and ease her mind.”
Hearing this, Ling Xiaoyou nodded, stood on tiptoe, and patted Bai Shuanglian’s shoulder.
“So that’s how it is. I didn’t expect you to be so considerate… No, I mean, so warm-hearted.”
Bai Shuanglian: “……”
The two stood outside the Villa for a while, as the bright moon in the sky gradually moved towards the center.
“Bai Shuanglian, do you know when Xiaoyu will be back…?”
Ling Xiaoyou was never a patient type.
If it was a difficult spell requiring prolonged Cultivation, she could endure it, but waiting for people was something she had no patience for.
After all, without a phone to check, time passes so slowly!
Bai Shuanglian took out her phone from her jacket pocket.
Today, she wore a light gray jacket over a white high-neck undershirt, with gray trousers below.
Her cold and ethereal beauty made her look especially valiant.
She glanced at her phone, then at Ling Xiaoyou.
“It should be soon. She’s usually back around this time these days…”
Before she finished speaking, Bai Shuanglian’s words paused, and her gaze turned in a certain direction.
Ling Xiaoyou did the same.
“Aunt Liu, when will my mom be able to recover and leave the hospital?”
Under the streetlamp, Xiaoyu was holding hands with a middle-aged woman, carrying a pink schoolbag on her back.
She lowered her head, staring at the ground, lost in thought.
The woman addressed as ‘Aunt Liu’ was holding several bags in her other hand, filled with meat, vegetables, and some fruit.
Hearing Xiaoyu’s question, Aunt Liu thought for a moment.
“Very soon. Your mother is recovering well. If she rests quietly, she should be able to leave the hospital in about a month.”
Xiaoyu nodded, saying nothing, but a closer look revealed urgency and hope in her emotions.
The sound of footsteps drew nearer.
Ling Xiaoyou and Bai Shuanglian exchanged a glance, and then Bai Shuanglian cast a spell to hide both herself and Ling Xiaoyou’s presence—at least, from Aunt Liu.
Although ordinary people couldn’t see Ling Xiaoyou, you could never be sure if Aunt Liu had some kind of natural yin-yang vision, so it was better to be safe.
“Alright, I’ll go open the door first. Xiaoyu, wait a moment.”
“Okay.”
Aunt Liu searched for the keys in her bag while Xiaoyu waited, her eyes wandering as if looking for something.
Then, she spotted Ling Xiaoyou and Bai Shuanglian standing not far away.
Ling Xiaoyou waved at her.
Bai Shuanglian just nodded slightly.
Seeing the two, Xiaoyu’s mood brightened instantly, and her earlier gloom vanished.
“Sis…”
She almost called out, but seeing Ling Xiaoyou’s gesture for silence, she immediately covered her mouth with her hand, making a cute zip-it motion.
“What’s wrong, Xiaoyu?”
Aunt Liu seemed to hear Xiaoyu’s unfinished words and noticed her staring in one direction.
She came over and asked curiously.
“It’s nothing, Aunt Liu. I just… saw a cute cat.”
Seeing Aunt Liu was about to ask more, Xiaoyu pushed her toward the house.
“Aunt Liu, I’m hungry. What’s for dinner tonight?”
“Tonight? Potato stew with meat, and…”
Their figures gradually faded.
Bai Shuanglian looked at Ling Xiaoyou with a bright smile.
“She’s talking about you, the cute cat.”
“Hmph! Obviously she meant you!”
Ling Xiaoyou crossed her arms and huffed.
“If I’m the cat…”
Bai Shuanglian suddenly leaned closer to Ling Xiaoyou, so close that she could smell Bai Shuanglian’s faint fragrance.
“Do you want to pet me?”
At those words, Ling Xiaoyou instinctively glanced at Bai Shuanglian’s beautiful face and her figure, which couldn’t be hidden even by loose clothes.
Her cheeks flushed red.
A little flustered, she forced herself to act calm.
“Of course not! Hmph!”
With that, she walked toward Xiaoyu’s House.
Watching the ‘cute cat’ flee, Bai Shuanglian chuckled softly and followed Ling Xiaoyou inside.