The gentle hands - Part II

Yan Feng took a small wooden box, put it on the table, and excused himself before taking Xiao Niao's hands again. There was a little bit of ointment he had bought when he entered Honga and the effect was fascinating. Xiao Niao patiently waited for his nimble and gentle hands to finish the small job. The two were close to each other, which caused a dense atmosphere to fall between them, Xiao Niao could not reason calmly while feeling Yan Feng very close to her. This approach was not uncomfortable, on the contrary, it was a subtle heat that ran through his body and seemed to accumulate in his stomach that bubbled with emotion.

What was this man like? What does he look like? She wondered as her emotions ran openly in her heart.

After a few days that she lost her sight, Xiao Niao killed Mei Yang inside herself and realized that what she knew about love was pure lies. She thought she loved the general, and now she was barely able to form his figure in her mind without being afraid, even the memories she had of him saving her was deadly terrible for her mind. She did not love anyone; on the contrary, the only people she loved were also taken from her who were her parents. Then, a vague memory came to mind. Yan Feng!

Sunri's little general who had once been engaged to her. That platinum radiant beauty that stole her breath seemed to be a good person. He was kind and pleasant, but now she could not judge who was good or bad, everyone conspired to end her after all.

- I finished. - Yan Feng released her hand and Mei Yang felt that there were small strips that covered her fingers. He had made an amateur dressing, but she was not in the position to complain and did not want to, she just felt gratitude again because he thought of her fondly.

There was something about that extremely familiar environment for both of them. Xiao Niao could not feel the fear or contempt she felt for most men and Yan Feng was increasingly attracted to her. It was an inexplicable attraction. She smiled weakly, he remembered Mei Yang's smile, and that was like arrows in her heart. Yan Feng was unable to pronounce in words what he was feeling, but it was a nostalgia, that took over his body, it was as if his late bride at any moment was going to materialize in that place.

Finally, he gave up, he was completely attracted to Xiao Niao because of the similarity she had with Mei Yang. Only that!

It hit his mind like a mantra. IT WAS JUST THAT!

- It must be tedious to stay inside the room all the time. I'm sorry for that ... I'm just a guest in this house and I didn't inform the minister of your stay here, besides that ... - Yan Feng thought that the minister didn't I would like to know that there was another woman in his room since he had set everything up for Li Jia-Li to become his bride.

- It is not so bad ... I am used to it. - Yan Feng wondered if she was a prisoner where she lived. Perhaps that explained the way he had found her, trapped in a tree in a bitter winter. A feeling of hatred came over him that he wondered whom the damn would be who held such a docile creature and wanted to freeze him at all costs.

Again, he looked at Xiao Niao and she smiled calmly. It poked deep holes in his heart. If Mei Yang had not died in that prison, he could have said that she was in front of him.

"You look like a person ...," he said unintentionally, but he had already released the words that remained in his mind. - But, I am going crazy ... That person is gone. I still have not gotten over this game. I am sorry miss...

- All right! - Xiao Niao spoke subtle. - Was that person very important to you? - She became interested quickly.

- She was my fiancée, but she died years ago in an accident. - He remembered the flames in the prison that took Mei Yang.

- I am sorry, I did not want to remind you of something painful ... - Xiao Niao felt her heart sink without explanation. He had another woman in his heart and she was nervous before him like a fool she had always been. However, she should not feel that way. Zhao had reported that he was engaged to someone else. Therefore, she put the pieces of the situation together. He was still in love with someone who had died years ago even though he was engaged to someone else.

Xiao Niao cleared his throat and bowed his head awkwardly. She had discovered everything just with small loose words that he and Zhao spoke. What was worse was that he had just said that she reminded him of the late bride. Intense shame washed over her and she quickly moved away from him. If she reminded him of the woman he loved and seemed to still love, she needed to keep a distance so that they did not go to the intense paths that the heart was preparing.

- I ... - she scratched her head, not knowing what to say. - I am going to sleep a little ... - she said without knowing what to do...

- But, you just woke up ... - he spoke without understanding.

- Ahh, of course! I do not know where my head was - so she fought internally for her lack of awareness. She was unable to form a single coherent sentence. Therefore, it looked like the heavens were feeling sorry for her and sent Zhao back. The servant returned with a message to his master, it seemed that Minister Li had something to do with him and it seemed urgent. Yan Feng, who was already feeling suffocated by the memories and Xiao Niao's presence only waved and said goodbye briefly. Zhao realized that his master was nervous and Xiao Niao's face was as red as the apples he had picked this morning!

By the heavens! It looks like a contest for those who blush the most! Zhao He thought about how miserably warm that romance was and he needed a pepper to burn things up.

- What did you say so much? - Zhao sat suspiciously realizing that little was touched on the coffee table. In addition, he was especially curious about what his master would talk to a woman alone.

- Zhao, tell me something ... - Xiao Niao was extremely curious about his savior. - How is the person of your master?

Zhao smiled with Xiao Niao's little interest in his king.

- He is a cold, unforgiving man, and a black lion on the battlefield. I have heard horrifying stories about my master, things I do not even dare to tell a young lady. However, he is loyal, friendly and fair. I have never seen my master raise his voice for innocents, his heart is pure for justice, but he is aggressive with evil.

Xiao Niao analyzed Zhao's sweet words and realized that her savior was exactly what she thought and felt about him. He had something warm that nested the delusional feelings to deal with; he was welcoming even though he was so far away. He definitely sympathized with him, just as he had sympathized with Zhao.

- I heard that you are guests in the minister's house and that you do not know that I am here ... This is very dangerous. - Xiao Niao was afraid that her stay would imply something for both of them and she did not want to bring any problems.

- My master is not a simple guest, in the future you will know. Now I have to go, I have things to do to solve problems that my master cannot. I am always coming and going very often, but I swear we will soon spend a full day together.

Zhao said goodbye to Xiao Niao and left her alone. She felt that everything was suddenly empty with the departure of Zhao and his master. She finished her coffee with some fruit and stared at the simple dressings made on her fingers. The badly made knots and the clumsiness he had to apply the medicine was very cute in a way. Soon she found herself smiling like a fool when she remembered the gentle hands he had and his calm presence. Zhao had described his master as a heartless war lion, but Xiao Niao could only feel the softness and gentleness overflowing from him.

"He's not bad" Xiao Niao thought as she smiled and remembered what he said about her reminding him of his fiancee who died. For a few moments, she smiled even more like a fool, but soon her smile changed to a closed face. What was she doing? He was a fiancé and surely, his bride should be, at the very least, someone who could see, not a useless blind woman like her.

Xiao Niao got up from the chair and slowly she reached the exit door, a cool breeze hit her face making her feel soft. After so long, she felt peace in her heart.

However, the sound of muffled laughter brought her out of daydreaming dreams and she stood behind the door. Some servants from the mansion were crossing the courtyard with some food trays.

- Sunri's king is so handsome; I feel that if I look for a long time I will blush with shame. - A servant spoke and Xiao Niao's heart leapt from inside her chest. King of Sunri? The same king who had appeared years ago in Naran...

Xiao Niao adjusted herself at the door to better hear the conversation while trying to catch a few words here and there.

- Our lady is very lucky; she will have the most attractive man in the world for her. - Another servant seemed more enchanted than the other did.

- I have never seen platinum hair in my life, and the eyes. Ahh, different colored eyes! If I didn't know that he was King of Sunri I would say that he was a celestial god - soon the conversation was becoming more and more muffled by the distance and Xiao Niao who was already distressed to know that the King of Sunri was in the same mansion as she. However, her surprise was much greater in knowing that Sunri's king had platinum hair and colored eyes.

The former king of Sunri had black hair like the night; the only one who had silver hair like the moon was...

- Yan Feng...

Xiao Niao whispered already with the heart rate boiling. If he recognized his figure that would be his...

- Wait ... - she stopped to analyze the words of her savior...

The bride, her appearance with her...

Her savior was Yan Feng.