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.”