The Sorrowmender

Chapter 39 – Master is heaven

Late at night, the sound of the wind grew heavy, occasionally accompanied by the tapping against the window.

Xu Qingzhou had long since fallen asleep on his bed. He wasn't particularly concerned about the extra child, having understood the situation. After all, an ordinary child couldn't possibly pose any threat to him.

However, the child's white hair was quite striking. At least, Xu Qingzhou had never seen anything like it before. But in this strange world, a head of white hair wasn't all that unusual.

In Wuyou's room on the first floor, the conversation between the two little ones continued softly into the latter half of the night.

"Wuyou, you seem to be very afraid of your master," the white-haired little girl asked.

"Sister, it's not fear; it's respect."

"Oh—what's the difference?"

"Of course there's a difference. Anyway, I can't really explain it. To me, Master is like the sky, the sky of Wuyou, hehe."

"If something happened to your master, would you be sad?" the girl in white asked seriously.

Little Wuyou was taken aback and replied in surprise, "Of course I would. Why do you ask?"

"Nothing." The white-haired little girl shook her head under the covers, then looked up at Little Wuyou.

"I don't want you to be sad."

Little Wuyou's eyes rolled around, not understanding what the other was saying or why she was saying such strange things.

She confidently said, "I won't be sad. Master said I'm called Wuyou, which means no worries, no sorrows, so how could I be sad, hehe."

"Alright then."

"Let's sleep. It's late, and we have to get up early tomorrow."

"Mm-hmm." The white-haired little girl nodded, pulling the blanket tighter around herself.

Little Wuyou also blew out the lamp on the windowsill.

The two snuggled up and fell asleep. Little Wuyou quickly drifted into dreamland, but the white-haired little girl tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

In the darkness, her clear eyes glowed silver like her hair, gazing at the little girl in front of her.

In this world, there weren't many who showed her kindness. Mo Shengge was one, but she no longer liked her. The other was the little girl before her.

"He's your sky. If I kill him, will your sky collapse?"

"You'll be very sad. How can I make sure you're not sad?"

She pondered in her heart, trying to find a way to have the best of both worlds.

She hadn't acted yet. Normally, Xu Qingzhou would already be a dead man.

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But because of the little one in front of her, she hadn't made a move.

"There must be a way, think about it—"

The next morning, everything was as usual. Wuyou got up early, and the white-haired little girl hadn't left, instead helping Wuyou.

The sudden appearance of the white-haired little girl in front of the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries naturally sparked discussion among the women who often queued there.

"Oh my, white hair, it's my first time seeing this."

"Little Wuyou, who is this little girl? I've never seen her before."

Facing the crowd's gaze and inquiries, the white-haired girl appeared indifferent, maintaining a cold, expressionless demeanor, as if it had nothing to do with her.

Little Wuyou, however, warmly introduced her:

"Aunties, this is my sister. She just arrived in Frostsky City yesterday, so it's normal you haven't seen her."

"Really, sister, your real sister?" someone else asked.

At this moment, the white-haired girl, who had been standing behind Wuyou, raised her eyebrows and looked at Wuyou, her clear eyes filled with a hint of anticipation.

She was somewhat eager to see how Little Wuyou would answer.

Wuyou turned slightly, wrapped her arm around the white-haired girl's, and leaned her head on her shoulder, smiling with crescent-shaped eyes:

"Yes, my real sister. Don't we look alike, hehe."

The girl in white's pupils slowly widened, then her brows gradually relaxed, and the corners of her mouth lifted into a faint smile. She didn't speak, but she was very satisfied with Little Wuyou's answer.

"Real sister? So we're family?" she silently repeated in her heart.

Those around them also offered words and looks of praise.

"They do look alike, both so pretty."

"Indeed, they really do look alike."

"Haha, of course! Alright, Old Madam, let's draw lots."

"........"

After a brief exchange, everything returned to normal: distributing lots, drawing lots, announcing the lucky numbers, and then the Worry-Free process.

Then they went out—

Xu Qingzhou still went to the Wang Family Diner for a meal, with Little Wuyou following, and the white-haired girl tagging along as well.

Xu Qingzhou didn't mind; an extra pair of chopsticks wasn't worth worrying about. Besides, this young lady seemed quite unusual, and the way she looked at him was rather strange.

He was certain that this child really wanted to kill him.

But when she looked at Wuyou, it was different—full of deep affection. Of course, it wasn't romantic affection, but another kind.

Since Wuyou was still around, Xu Qingzhou didn't say anything, pretending to know nothing, and everything continued as usual.

After breakfast, Xu Qingzhou stayed behind to tell stories, while Little Wuyou went to school, with the girl in white accompanying her, saying she was taking her to school.

She didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, and Wuyou didn't seem to want to send her away either. It was as if everything was tacitly agreed upon.

In the eyes of others, they really became sisters, real ones.

If anyone asked, Xu Qingzhou would just smile without explaining. In the eyes of outsiders, this was tacit approval, and if it was tacit approval, then it must be true.

On the way to school, the girl in white asked:

"Does your master make you do a lot of things too?"

"No."

"Then this morning—" She hesitated but asked what puzzled her.

"That was something I wanted to do myself. Master just wants me to study well."

"He makes you work, and you don't dislike him? Have you ever thought about leaving, so you wouldn't have to get up so early every day? Didn't you say studying is boring? If you leave, you won't have to study, and he won't make you do things you don't like."

She spoke strangely, thinking from her own perspective.

Wuyou was surprised, "Sister, what are you talking about? How could I dislike Master? Besides, those things are what I want to do and like doing. I could never leave Master. I said yesterday, Master is my sky, and without him, the sky would fall..."

The white-haired girl fell silent.

"Because I'm doing what I like, I don't dislike it?"

"That makes sense. I hate killing, but she insists I do it, so I hate her."

She talked to herself in her heart, trying to reason with herself.

"Alright, sister, I'm at the academy. You should go back."

"Okay," the white-haired girl nodded in response.

Little Wuyou waved goodbye, and as she approached the academy, she turned back and shouted loudly:

"Sister, if you get hungry, come to the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries to find me. I'll be back at sunset."

The girl in white smiled faintly, still not speaking, just nodding. Or rather, she mostly just nodded.

Once Little Wuyou was completely inside the academy, she turned around and looked in the direction of the Pavilion of Forgetting Worries.

"Pavilion of Forgetting Worries—"