Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Chapter 171 - 128: Methods to Help Master Recover

Through the courtyard stood two leant fairy willows, their necks intertwined, long emerald leaves cascading down, resembling two green-clad fairies bowing to welcome guests, naturally forming the entrance to the exclusive room of the Third Elder.

No need to manipulate any mechanisms; as the Third Elder approached, these fairy willows gradually straightened on their own, making way for the Third Elder to enter the pavilion.

In his sea of consciousness, You Su perceived everything, secretly marveling at the scene—trees actively giving way; indeed, the spirit plants that seemed to dance were not just idle boasting.

Following behind the Third Elder, breathing in the lingering rich fragrance that remained in the air, You Su tried to suppress the wild thoughts in his mind but still hesitantly paused at the entrance of the inner chamber.

Ye Qingchen’s actions were understandable; if it were him, he would certainly not allow a young outsider from another peak to just grandly enter the interior chamber, permissible only to the Master.

But why did the Third Elder want to bring him into her exclusive rear chamber?

"Come in, are you afraid I might actually deal with you here?"

The Third Elder had already lifted the willow curtain, entered the hall, and looked back at the stopped You Su, her expression impatient.

After such events, as long as she didn’t truly deal with him, whatever was to be faced was something he ought to bear.

With this thought, You Su gritted his teeth, lifted the willow curtain, and walked in.

The two straight willows also lowered their branches after You Su entered, blocking the quietly following Ye Qingchen and his gaze from the shadows.

Although called a rear chamber, it was actually an exotic flower field deliberately cultivated.

Upon entering, a dizzying range of rich floral scents enveloped him, the blossoms flourishing, even the most inconspicuous spirit flower in the corner would be madly coveted by fairies in the celestial realm.

The Third Elder, having resided among flowers for years, naturally carried layer upon layer of fragrance.

You Su, unable to see, cautiously stepped forward, not daring to touch even a petal.

Yet, these rare flowers seemed spiritual, crowding around the legs of this unfamiliar visitor, regardless of their height.

In his youth, clad in thin spring robes. Riding on horseback by the slanted bridge, inviting with red sleeves from the pavilion.

You Su felt that this fragment of poetry aptly described this scene.

Moved by the moment, he slowed his pace, gently brushing past each blossom, inhaling deeply the scents he favored, responding to the flowers’ desire to be appreciated.

The Third Elder turned, seeing the annoying man daring to touch the flowers she had carefully nurtured, her face indignant, initially intending to reprimand him but ultimately refrained.

She pursed her lips and approached a naturally formed vine swing, lightly seating her voluptuous figure on it, smooth jade legs crossed, the green skirt hitching up to reveal flawless white calves.

Men may be infuriating, yet she was equally a flower lover, rarely seeing this sea of rare interwoven blooms harmonize so well with a person, not wishing to disturb the scene.

Moreover, she had to admit, You Su’s handsome, ethereal appearance complemented the floral beauty, adding a scenic charm. The only flaw was that You Su was not a woman.

"Have you smelled enough yet?"

You Su sniffed here, sniffed there, making the Third Elder, knowing her fragrance was alluring, feel rather peculiar. She took out a jade-made wine gourd from her waist and tapped it to remind.

You Su immediately bowed and said, "Please forgive me, Third Elder. It’s my first encounter with such a myriad of novel floral scents; I couldn’t resist taking a few extra sniffs."

"A grown man, and you love flowers too?"

The Third Elder feigned disdain, though she acknowledged inwardly the love for flowers transcended gender.

"Not exactly love, just that I, You Su, have been blind since childhood, more sensitive to smells, and these uniquely fragrant flowers bring some joy."

The Third Elder glanced at You Su, relinquishing her touch of disdain. You Su’s inability to witness the beauty of the flowers made him reasonably indulgent in their fragrance.

"Then which of these flowers is your favorite?" the Third Elder asked curiously.

She vividly recalled You Su’s previous complaint about the overpowering scent of midsummer flowers on the mountainside, wishing to tease him with his preferences.

"My favorite flower is not in this garden, it’s merely the mundane wild chrysanthemum."

You Su remembered his junior sister bringing a basket full of wild chrysanthemums to celebrate his birthday, warming his heart.

The Third Elder fluttered her beautiful eyes, speaking seriously:

"Here, every flower outside of this mountain is a noble among flowers, yet upon smelling them, you still favor the ordinary wild chrysanthemum?"

You Su nodded in reply.

"And the reason?" The Third Elder asked with interest.

Indeed, she had realized the way of nature, viewing every plant and tree equally, with no distinction in status, which was a mindset reached at her level. Previously, she had pursued the rarity of flowers, resulting in this field.

Hearing You Su’s answer, she was curious as to why an eighteen-year-old would persist in liking the unremarkable wild chrysanthemum.

"A worldly poem goes, ’Chrysanthemums select their nation of frost, not existing outside spring’s embrace.’ As a child, You Su often bewailed his blindness, deceiving himself that his blindness was a choice amidst hardship, not the result of fate’s malicious antics, using this notion to uplift himself. In retrospect, it’s rather amusing."

You Su narrated steadily, his smile gentle, further explaining:

"It’s not the wild chrysanthemum I favor, but the imaginary, resolute self of childhood."