"If you were to simply kill me, it would be fine, but you benevolent souls always wish to save me... What good is saving me? I used to have Tonghua Valley to go to, and now? Once healed, where can I go?"
She tilted her head to look at Zhong Chuchu.
From Mo Ji's perspective, he could see her face. She was smiling, but her eyes seemed to conceal sharp edges.
Keen, intense.
"If there was, why did you leave and come back?"
"Roaming the world with a sword is a dream only those with a home can have. Do I deserve it?"
"I might as well stay like this forever, like a useless person, kept in this tiny house, with people finding doctors for me, collecting herbs for me, letting me cling onto them..."
...
After Zhong Chuchu left, Hua Jian remained sitting on the bed, lifted her face, and looked at the window.
Dusk was dimming, and the shadows of pear trees in the courtyard rested quietly upon the window screen.
