The 9th Jade Color Presentation, a silent appreciation by the esteemed ruler.

Qing Chen still sat there, motionless, yet she was fully awake. She was almost entirely aware of everything Bai Shaoliu was doing around her. She also found it quite strange to encounter such a person.

She was severely injured, almost without the ability to resist. If that man intended to hand her over to the police, she would have to sever her own meridians to end it herself. If he were to assault her, she could only expend her last bit of strength to perish together with him. She had even prepared for such a scenario, but the feared events did not occur. This strange man did not use her to exchange for the thirty million bounty, nor was he a true lecher; he did not harm her in any way, and even complied with her request by not unveiling her veil!

Qing Chen: "Do you have paper and a pen? I will write it down."

Bai Shaoliu felt a strange sense of panic, as if he had done something wrong and had been caught. He did not know why his face turned red. He released his hand and stepped back, saying: "I didn't mean to touch you; I just wanted to see if you were okay. If you're fine, then I'll take my leave now"

"Why have you left again?" Qing Chen asked from behind him

Bai Shaoliu was puzzled when the bathroom door opened, and Qingchen walked out, standing at the kitchen door. She was still wearing a black veil on her face, but Bai Shaoliu's eyes felt a bit dazed, and he instinctively leaned against the refrigerator door, as she had changed her clothes. Qingchen leaned against the door frame, appearing somewhat weak, wearing a loose white T-shirt with the words "Universal Motong Money Exchange" printed in red across the chest. This was a souvenir given out during the last event organized by Bai Shaoliu's money exchange, and it was the only piece of clothing in Bai Shaoliu's wardrobe that he had never worn, the cleanest one.

She must be prescribing some medicine. In many martial arts novels, when a master is injured and rescued, upon waking, they often write their own prescription for the hero who saved them to fetch the medicine. During the process of gathering the medicine, they encounter mysterious experts and various stories unfold. When Bai Shaoliu brought the paper and pen, this was his thought. However, when he received the prescription written by Qingchen, he nearly laughed out loud. Although separated by a veil, he could sense that Qingchen seemed to be blushing. Bai Shaoliu's own face also felt a bit hot, prompting him to quickly turn and leave.

The assassination target failed, as she was entangled by a suddenly appearing martial arts master. Although she was not necessarily at a disadvantage, she could not escape in a short time. During the confrontation, she and her opponent suddenly realized that they had both become targets of the patrol department's attack, so they each withdrew and broke free. In the process, she accidentally sustained an injury. As if that were not enough, upon fleeing into the mountains, another mysterious master appeared out of nowhere. This master practiced some unknown skill, astonishingly beyond her imagination. He could have captured her, yet in the end, he only injured and sent her flying. To make matters worse, while she was helplessly tumbling down the mountainside, she collided with another person, knocking him unconscious and landing on top of him, yet she found herself unable to move.

Having finished these matters, Bai Shaoliu did not want to go out. He stood by the bed with his arms crossed, frowning as he looked at Qingchen. He truly could not understand how there could be such a person in the world. For the first time in his life, he realized that the human heart is not something that can be casually peered into. At least for someone like Qingchen, her emotional fluctuations in specific situations greatly affect the observer. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. Bai Shaoliu looked around and could not help but want to try once more. This time, he was still taken aback, to the point that his hands and feet turned cold. For the first time in his life, he realized that the human heart is not something that can be casually peered into. At least for someone like Qingchen, her emotional fluctuations in specific situations greatly affect the observer. As the saying goes, curiosity killed the cat. Bai Shaoliu looked around and could not help but want to try once more. This time, he was still taken aback, to the point that his hands and feet turned cold.

She had never had such "intimate" contact with any man, as the two were almost pressed tightly against each other. What was even more mortifying was that the man had been gripping her left breast with one hand just before he fainted, holding it tightly! Later, when this man regained consciousness, he took his hand away and, through her clothing, seized the opportunity to pinch her nipple, leaving Qingchen feeling utterly humiliated and furious

He no longer tested the waters, lying down to continue sleeping, but this time he was unable to sleep at all, as the earlier sensation had a profound impact on his mind. He tossed and turned for a long time, yet Qing Chen remained completely still, and his curiosity resurfaced, compelling him to observe her once more in an attempt to pry into her state. This time, the situation changed; Bai Shaoliu sensed a heavy drowsiness, as if an endless fatigue had descended upon him, threatening to engulf the last remnants of clarity in his mind. Bai Shaoliu had never undergone any form of cultivation, and this sense of drowsiness was something he could not resist. Now, he no longer needed to suffer from insomnia; he almost immediately yawned and fell into a deep sleep.

Going out? Where can one go with only one room? Bai Shao Liu left home to wander outside. He had already guessed that Qing Chen was using a peculiar method to nurture her injuries, so it was best not to disturb her. Bai Shao did not understand the ways of cultivation in this world, let alone the realms of inner demons, drowsiness, and emptiness during meditation, which is why he felt so surprised when trying to perceive Qing Chen's emotions.

Bai Shaoliu originally intended to say that if you can move, you should go ahead and do so, but when he opened his mouth, it changed to: "Then you should rest well; don't engage in too much exercise until your body has fully recovered"

It seems that her injuries have improved significantly; not only has she gotten out of bed, but she also knows to take a shower. Xiaobai is also very happy and, from behind the bathroom door, says, "I’m back!" He then goes to the kitchen to see if he can make something to eat. In Xiaobai's kitchen, there is a second-hand old refrigerator, which was given to him by a colleague from their unit who was moving to a new home. Although it is a bit noisy, it is still functional. When he opened the refrigerator door, he was taken aback; it was almost completely empty, and all the edible items were gone. Had a thief come? That’s impossible; what kind of thief would be so blind as to steal from his home? Besides, what could a thief possibly steal from the frozen dumplings in the refrigerator?

Bai Shaoliu's mind raced, and he inexplicably felt a sense of regret and sorrow. The feeling of having saved someone only for her to still die was quite peculiar. After a while, Bai Shaoliu finally came to his senses—first, he needed to check if she was truly dead. He extended his trembling fingers and, through the veil, tested her breath; indeed, there was no respiration! Now, he could no longer concern himself with whether he should touch her. He hurriedly grasped Qingchen's left wrist to check for a pulse. He extended his trembling fingers and, through the veil, tested her breath; indeed, there was no respiration! Now, he could no longer concern himself with whether he should touch her. He hurriedly grasped Qingchen's left wrist to check for a pulse.

He saved her, seemingly without any ulterior motives, simply engaged in an act. What is even more remarkable is that although the two spoke very little, their communication made her feel quite comfortable. He seemed to always know what she was truly thinking and acted on it naturally. Could there really be such a person in the world? Just now, when he held her hand, the usually resolute Qingchen suddenly felt her heart racing inexplicably; it was not fear, but rather a hint of shyness.

Qingchen truly wanted to ask him why. In fact, there was no need for Qingchen to inquire; even Bai Shaoliu himself might not be very clear about it in his heart.

Qing Chen nodded slightly and returned to sit on the bed, adopting the same cross-legged posture. Half of her thigh was exposed beneath the T-shirt. Bai Shaoliu thought to himself: This girl's legs are truly beautiful; I wonder if she is wearing anything underneath that shirt. Unfortunately, it is only for viewing, not for touching. What did the ancients say? — Only to be admired from a distance, not to be desecrated. With this thought in mind, he turned and walked towards the door.

Qing Chen: "Are you looking for something?"

Qing Chen sat motionless for three days, and Bai Shaoliu no longer approached her. On Tuesday, before going to work, Bai Shaoliu noticed that the wound on Qing Chen's waist had strangely healed, leaving no scar, only a faint, shallow red streak resembling a meteor. That day, when he returned home from work, he opened the door just a crack and slipped inside, then quickly closed the door and habitually glanced at Qing Chen on the bed. However, he did not see her—Qing Chen was not on the bed; she had gotten up! Yet, the sound of the shower could be heard from the bathroom.

Bai Shaoliu: "Has anyone been here? Why is the fridge empty?"

"You can do as you please, it's just a bit large." While speaking, Bai Shaoliu thought to himself that this garment would be better if it were a little shorter

Bai Shaoliu: "I also want to have dinner, let's go buy something to eat"

Qing Chen shook her head without speaking. It was only then that Bai Shaoliu remembered to ask about her condition: "Aren't you sitting on the bed anymore? Can you move around now? Is your health recovering?"

What kind of emotion did he perceive from Qingchen? None, absolutely nothing, an empty void without a trace of response! Why is Bai Shaoliu afraid? Because this situation is nearly impossible, as long as the other party is still a living person! Has she died? What should we do now! If someone finds out there is a dead person in the room, how will we explain it to the constables? If all else fails, just tell the constables that I was kidnapped by Qingchen, and as a result, Qingchen succumbed to her injuries and died here?

Qing Chen: "It is still soft and lacks strength"

Bai Shaoliu turned back with a bitter smile: "What do you want me to bring you? Let's not talk about money for now, even if I owe you that."

"May I borrow a piece of clothing from you?" Qingchen asked softly by the door

... ...

Qing Chen: "Yes"

The items in the refrigerator were bought by Bai Shaoliu on the day he rescued Qingchen, enough for him to eat alone for a week. It has only been three days, and more than half remains, yet Qingchen managed to consume it all in one meal. Bai Shaoliu looked at her slender figure in disbelief. Could this person not only be a killer but also a bottomless pit? How could she eat so much without gaining weight? It seems that occasional killing is a very effective weight loss exercise.

Qingchen's tone was somewhat embarrassed: "I am hungry, and the food was eaten by me."

Thinking this in his heart but not saying it out loud, he asked: "You really ate quite a lot, didn't you? Are you starving? Are you feeling stuffed?"

Qingchen: "Could you help me buy some things as well? I will consider the money as a debt to you."

Bai Shaoliu wiped his forehead with his hand, cold sweat already appearing. He touched his wildly beating heart and looked in surprise at Qing Chen on the bed. He simply could not understand how a person could remain so composed in such a terrifying state of mind, with no outward signs at all.

After a trial, he finally breathed a sigh of relief; she still had body heat, and her skin was smooth and soft. Bai Shaoliu checked her pulse, which was slow and prolonged. Although it was different from that of a normal person, at least her heart was still beating. He held her hand and momentarily forgot to let go, suddenly realizing that her pulse had changed; the slow and prolonged rhythm had become rapid, resembling the feeling of a normal person's heart racing. It turned out that Qingchen was aware; she knew he was holding her hand and suddenly felt flustered, as if a deer had collided with her heart, even though her body remained completely still. He held her hand and momentarily forgot to let go, suddenly realizing that her pulse had changed; the slow and prolonged rhythm had become rapid, resembling the feeling of a normal person's heart racing. It turned out that Qingchen was aware; she knew he was holding her hand and suddenly felt flustered, as if a deer had collided with her heart, even though her body remained completely still

Bai Shaoliu was taken aback: "You? Alone? All of it?"

Bai Shaoliu is 1.8 meters tall, and this cultural shirt is also a large size, draping over Qingchen's body and nearly reaching his knees. Below the knees, there is nothing but smooth skin; he is barefoot, revealing a pair of delicate feet without any shoes. The sight of those tender, fair legs left Bai Shaoliu somewhat dazzled, prompting him to quickly avert his gaze

He had slept for quite a while, only waking up around noon the next day, as it was a Sunday and he did not have to go to work. When Bai Shaoliu opened his eyes, Qingchen was still sitting there, not having moved a single corner of his clothing. Bai Shaoliu got out of bed, tidied up the bedding, cooked himself a bowl of instant noodles, and washed the dirty clothes from yesterday, hanging them on the windowsill. Throughout these activities, Qingchen showed no reaction at all, truly as if he did not exist.