C12 Chapter 12

Was Fu Yi seriously that fired up? All I did was say one thing, and he blew up. Had he been burned by a woman before or something—so he couldn’t stand hearing that kind of talk?

Duu Luo went through every move she could remember, practicing each technique from start to finish. When she saw that her master didn’t look displeased, she finally let out a real sigh of relief.

“Go back. Don’t come looking for me today. Come tomorrow—I have something to give you.”

After saying that, Fu Yi stood up and turned toward his room.

No way was Duu Luo just going to leave. This was her quest. She didn’t know what this side mission was for, but if the system had handed it to her, it had to matter.

“Master!” Duu Luo didn’t hesitate. She ran up behind him and wrapped her arms tightly around him. “Master, can you stop carrying everything on your own? We’re family. Whatever it is, you can tell me. Even if I can’t really fix it, I can at least share the load with you.”

Duu Luo figured that if the system wanted her to treat her master, then Fu Yi had to be her lifeline—the key to helping her finally win Boyan over.

Fu Yi nearly coughed up blood.

This silly girl—she knew perfectly well he was badly injured, and she still hugged him that hard. Did she actually want him dead?

Thinking that, Fu Yi couldn’t help shaking his head.

“Let go.”

If he didn’t make her release him now, he wasn’t going to die from his wounds—he was going to get squeezed to death by Duu Luo.

“I’m not letting go. The second I do, you’ll disappear. I’m not letting go unless you let me change your bandages. Otherwise, I’m staying glued to you.” As she spoke, Duu Luo tightened her arms even more. “If you don’t say yes, I’m not going anywhere. Not going anywhere.”

“You know I’m injured, and you’re still holding me this tight. Are you trying to make it worse, or what?”

A cool, indifferent voice came from behind his mask, and it startled Duu Luo so badly she immediately let go of the hands she’d been tightly wrapped around her master’s waist.

Fu Yi stood there for a moment. When he didn’t hear that Miss Duu chattering behind him like usual, he felt a flicker of surprise. He turned around and saw his apprentice fidgeting with her index fingers in front of her, twisting them back and forth. Her head hung low, and there was the faint sound of sniffles.

Miss Duu… was she crying?

The girl who feared nothing was actually crying. He’d put her through harsh training plenty of times and she’d never shed a tear—so why now? Had something happened? Was she hurting?

Fu Yi’s brow knit tight.

“Did something happen?”

His voice came out gentler than he intended, and it made Duu Luo hesitate, like she didn’t dare act up.

“I’m fine.” Duu Luo lifted a hand and wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, then looked at him. “Master… do you think I’m useless?”

“Why?” Fu Yi couldn’t understand where this was coming from.

“Master, I heard a storyteller say that if someone thinks another person is useless, they won’t let them get involved in anything.” Her voice turned soft and fragile. “You wouldn’t let me help bandage your wound… so does that mean you think I’m useless too?”

“My apprentice doesn’t cry.” Fu Yi reached out and lightly flicked her nose, and there was a hint of indulgence in his tone. “Wipe your tears and come inside with me.”

“Hehe… thanks, Master! You’re the best!”