CHAPTER 89: CHAPTER 89

Chu Wuyi held the porridge and quickly walked towards the woodshed. The sweet aroma triggered tears in his eyes.

His sister hadn’t tasted sugar in a long time. With so much rock sugar in this bowl of porridge, she would surely love it.

Over the years, he often doubted whether his decision to take his sister away from the Chu Family was too impulsive. Was this life of barely scraping by the kind of life his sister would enjoy?

Yet, every time he saw the smile on his sister’s face when she was awake, his heart became even more resolute.

Staying with the Chu Family would indeed bring wealth and luxury, but her moments of lucidity would become fewer and fewer, eventually leading to a tragic end like their aunt. When their aunt passed away, the funeral could not pause to keep her body; on her death day, her body was hurriedly dealt with, without waiting for anyone to pay respects, and was buried immediately.

However, even though not a married woman, their aunt, who sacrificed her life for the Chu Family, could not be buried in the Chu Family ancestral grave.

They dared not let anyone view the body before her aunt passed; she had already become unrecognizable, and in such a state, she still got cursed as a monster by a few naughty boys.

Luckily, he took his sister away.

With his thoughts swirling, Chu Wuyi finally arrived at his sister’s side. She was half-awake, mumbling incoherently, seemingly very afraid, with her sweat already soaking her wispy hair.

"Xin’er, be good. Wake up and have some porridge, okay?" Chu Wuyi’s voice was incredibly gentle, calling softly to ensure Chu Wuxin awoke without fright.

"It smells so good... Brother, you’ve splurged again." Chu Wuxin’s expression was one of sheer terror when she woke up, but she quickly composed herself and forced a rather unflattering smile.

Chu Wuyi slightly smiled: "Didn’t spend anything; a kind lady made it."

"A lady?" Chu Wuxin’s heart was stirred; she drank a sip with Chu Wuyi’s hand. Instantly, the sweet and fragrant taste spread in her mouth, sliding warmly into her stomach, which quickly made her stiff body feel warmer.

Unable to suppress her admiration, Chu Wuxin exclaimed: "It’s so delicious! This lady’s skills are really good. Is she an acquaintance of yours, brother?"

"Not exactly, just a kind-hearted person staying at the inn. They say she’s the Sect Leader of the Qian Ding Sect, accompanied by four little kids. The Sect Leader having such skills is truly rare." Seeing his sister enjoy the porridge, Chu Wuyi couldn’t help but add more.

Chu Wuxin’s eyes dimmed: "Already has four children..."

"Miss Chen is quite young; those four children should merely be disciples under her of the Qian Ding Sect." Chu Wuyi seemed to read his sister’s thoughts and found it amusing, "Miss Chen looks quite impressive, no way your brother could reach such heights. Don’t overthink it all; it’s a waste of energy and bad for your health."

"Brother is so wonderful, any lady would suit you!"

At the door, Cen Lizhui heard this and finally put down the forty-meter sword he was holding. Not that he had other thoughts, it was mainly because Chen Muxue kindly helped. If this person had any thoughts of clinging like a freeloader, he couldn’t just sit idly by, could he?

His primary concern was Chen Muxue’s apparent anxiety; he thought she might be kind-hearted, worried about Chu Wuyi’s sister’s condition, so he came to check. After all, he was knowledgeable and could possibly offer insights, right?

Cen Lizhui managed his smile and reached out to knock on the door.

Inside, the brother and sister were both startled, surprised someone would visit them.

Chu Wuyi became cautious, carefully opening the door slightly. A shadowy figure appeared before him.

After all, Cen Lizhui was dressed entirely in black and wore a veil hat...

"Oh, it’s you. Is there something you need?" Chu Wuyi’s tone slightly softened but remained vigilant.