Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

Chapter 1: Diseased Bone.

It was late at night.

Ye Yunlan was sitting by the window with his head down, reading. The candlelight reflected his face, and his eyelashes casted a thick shadow under his eyes.

The candle wick burned with a crackling sound with occasional cicadas singing outside the window.

The lingering pain in his body was still present and he felt a little nauseous in his chest. He frowned for a moment, then coughed.

After a while, the coughing gradually stopped.

He looked down. His palms were a dazzling bright red.

The door was then suddenly pushed open with a creak.

A man with a high crown and black clothes walked in with a medicine bowl.

"Junior Brother, I just heard you coughing again..." He Lanze was surprised when he saw Ye Yunlan sitting by the window. He hurriedly walked over to put down the medicine bowl. "Because of your current injury, you can't leave the cold jade bed at will. Come, Let Senior Brother help you back to your bed to rest."

Ye Yunlan avoided his hand and called out calmly: "Senior Brother."

He Lanze stopped moving, his face full of worry: "What's the matter, Junior Brother?"

Ye Yunlan looked at him.

He Lanze in his previous life had never shown such an expression to him.

This person would only look at him with disgusted eyes, as if he was looking at a mouse in the depths of a gutter, or the dirty dust on the ground.

The young admire the strong. He Lanze was a sword cultivator, and so was he.

Towards this Senior Brother in his sect, he was full of longing.

He had once waited outside He Lanze's door in the cold winter, hoping to get some guidance from the other party. However, after waiting for a long time with heavy snow falling on his shoulders, he only received the other party's "get lost".

He had once prepared a gift for the other party's birthday. However, at the birthday banquet, the sword talisman he drew was thrown on the ground and sneered at by the receiving party, then trampled into a pile of waste paper by the surrounding disciples giving gifts to the other party.

Later, in the Sect's Law Enforcement Hall, he was slandered for killing his fellow disciples. He Lanze didn't listen to his explanation and pierced his dantian with a sword and watched coldly as he was dragged down three thousand steps outside the mountain gate by angry disciples.

The only thing he said to him during this period of time was when he tore his mask off in public. Looking at his burnt face, he sneered and spat out one word:

"Disgusting."

There was no expression on Ye Yunlan's face.

"I'm fine, I can go by myself."

He Lanze stared greedily at Ye Yunlan's face.

The warm yellow candlelight flickered. The appearance of the person in front was beautiful, but they still looked tired and pale, like snow that had not fallen off the branches of a tree.

Only his scarlet mole at the outer corner of his eye became more vivid in the fire, like a silent drop of blood tear.

Both fragile and scorching.

"You coughed up blood in your hand, are you okay?" He Lanze said with reproach. He held Ye Yunlan's pale and slender hand. This time he wouldn't let Ye Yunlan resist. He knelt to the ground on one knee, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his hand.