Our Binding Love: My Gentle Tyrant

Are We Still Friends? (2)

Ye Mu bursted into tears. She could feel the original tangled mess of internal force within her already starting to reconstruct itself. As the monk continued to pass on all of his internal strength, it became apparent he became more and more feeble.

She tried to stifle her sobs as she replied,

“Truthfully, you didn’t have to do this for me. I really don’t want you to die.”

The Silent Master nodded as he held a soft smile. In the darkness, the pupil of his eyes was still as clear as if it was bathed and cleaned.

“I know you don’t want me to die… You may practice martial arts, but you’ve never taken the initiative to kill someone. You truthfully do not want to kill anyone at all. If you had to murder anyone, it was because you had no other option. Yet once you have killed someone, you would deeply regret it afterwards…”

His old voice held peace and tranquility,

“Then let me be the last and final person to die by your devil’s art.”

Ye Mu bursted into tears again.

The Silent monk felt he was running out of time. He looked like a deteriorating hundred years old man. Very soon, he will ultimately give his last bit of vitality to Ye Mu, terminating his life.

“Could you share with me, why is it that you are obviously suffering yet you won’t remove the devil arts from yourself?”

Ye Mu cried as she replied,

“Ok, I’ll tell you…”

In the end, she rapidly told him about Ye Li. How she served him since she was small, until Ye Li passed away and passed on his skills before he died in front of her. She choked with emotions, “I could feel that my father passed on his martial arts to protect me. He said that he never had anything good that happened in his life with the exception of me. I was the only good thing in his life. That was why he gave me his evil arts. I cannot let go of this skill, even if it is sinister in nature.”

“So that’s why… before I heard you share a little bit about it but I never knew that was the reason. Your father sounds like a good guy… His gift… is also very considerate. Previously, it was me who destroyed everything he gave you… But now, I will make his gift even better than before… giving it back to you…”

The monk’s head suddenly landed on Ye Mu’s back with an inaudible thud.

“…Do you… know… what my actual name is…?”

Ye Mu shook her head, “I do not know…”

“My name is Min Wenjun… Merely because when I was born, my father covered my mouth and muffled my cries… Due to the fact that my mother gave birth to me in secret… even then my father had a premonition about my future of never ending silence… Therefore he gave me my religious name to be the Silent Master…”

Right then, besides weeping, Ye Mu didn’t know what else to say.

He laughed abruptly, his voice was unpleasantly coarse, “You’ve said so many times before… I am very good looking… I must look very unsightly right now… When you cremate me, could you make sure not to look at me…?”

“… There’s also my lantern… and my cloth… please incinerate them with me… That day was one of my happiest memories for me… The one day I was not a monk… You’ve said before the one good thing you father did was save you… Then for me in this life… I have only done this one bad thing… the thing which harmed you… then… are we… still friends…?”

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