Chapter 118: My Master Is Still Just a Child

Ji Tianxin reached out, picked up a chilled cherry, and popped it into her mouth.

The delicious taste put her in an excellent mood, prompting her to answer Sikou Yan’s question.

"Too many people come and go. They don't stay, and eventually, they are forgotten. It is better not to remember at all."

Her voice was so clear and youthful, yet it carried the weight of a thousand lifetimes of vanity, evoking a sense of boundless loneliness. And yet, when such profound, heart-wrenching solitude fell from her lips, it sounded so trivial.

Because she was too transparent, too intelligent, she preferred to keep herself in a state of muddled simplicity.

Sikou Yan’s gaze stalled at that moment, his eyes lost as he stared at her back.

"But those I wish to remember, I will always hold in my heart. Master, Suqing, A-Yan," Ji Tianxin took another sip of wine and said softly, "Because you are all very good."

Sikou Yan’s fingertips trembled imperceptibly, and a glimmer of light sparkled in the corners of his eyes.

"Then, Xin'er must remember me for a lifetime." He curled his lips into a smile.

"A lifetime... how long is that?" Ji Tianxin looked ahead with hazy eyes. "Is it your lifetime, or mine..."

Sikou Yan spoke almost without hesitation, "Ours."

Ji Tianxin looked at him, feeling a bit puzzled. "Ours?"

After uttering those two words, Sikou Yan was also taken aback, as if the word had not come from his own lips at all.

He shifted his gaze, smiling faintly as he spoke slowly, "Xin'er will grow up, and a lifetime is still very long. And our lifetime will be very long indeed."

Ji Tianxin nodded. "Then you must practice your cultivation diligently."

The higher one’s cultivation, the longer one’s lifespan. A-Yan possessed great aptitude; perhaps, he really could live for a very, very long time.

This exhortation, coupled with encouragement, couldn't help but make Sikou Yan chuckle.

"Very well." He answered earnestly and solemnly, a smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.

On the roof nearby, Suqing had been watching Ji Tianxin the entire time.

"Miss Suqing, what are you worried about? Are you afraid that our Prince will spirit your mistress away?" Lin Si teased.

Suqing rolled her eyes at Lin Si. Of course she was worried.

Her mistress was innocent and fragile, and that young Prince Rong always managed to entice her with food every time he appeared. Who knew what kind of ulterior motives he harbored?

Master Bai had warned her repeatedly that her mistress was too naive and easily deceived, telling her to be vigilant, especially against those who used food to lure her.

Although the young Prince Rong seemed to treat her mistress well, who could tell what he was plotting in his heart?

"Rest assured, rest assured. My Prince is no human trafficker. Besides, your mistress is so formidable, what are you worried about?" Seeing her roll her eyes, Lin Si felt a bit embarrassed and hurried to explain.

Suqing frowned. The fellow had a point.

"I’m more worried about what will happen if my mistress drinks too much..." She sighed.

Winter had already arrived. With the cold wine and the chilled cherries, she was genuinely worried her mistress might catch a chill.

Moreover... what she found even stranger was how this young Prince Rong knew her mistress favored such things. Cherries were rare, and her mistress seldom had the good fortune to enjoy them.

"It’s just fruit wine; my Prince knows his limits," Lin Si laughed.

Watching Ji Tianxin in the distance, who was still drinking, Suqing muttered in retort, "My mistress is still just a child!"

Lin Si scratched his head. That was true as well.

Eating chilled cherries in this freezing weather—other than his own Prince, he didn't think he had ever seen anyone else do such a thing.

Oh, wait. Now there was Miss Ji as well.