In the guest hall of the marquis's residence, Shi Wuxie and Chu Yunxi sat in the lower seats.Shi Wuxie sat with his back ramrod straight, his robes smooth and immaculate, his gaze resting calmly on some point in the air, silent and unmoving.Chu Yunxi, meanwhile, idly ran a fingertip along the rim of his teacup.Footsteps approached from afar.Chu Yunxi didn't look up, but Shi Wuxie turned his head to see Chu Yunzhao stepping into the hall, pausing with every other step.The young man had upturned phoenix eyes with a faint bruised darkness beneath them. He walked with his gaze lowered, his whole person seeming shrouded in a layer of gloom.Shi Wuxie hadn't paid attention outside, but looking now, this heir apparent seemed to have a leg ailment—his left leg was noticeably slightly lame as he walked, his gait labored.Chu Yunzhao stopped at the doorway, his face dark, his startled, uncertain gaze nailed to Chu Yunxi's face. After a long moment, he ground out through clenched teeth: "You… you really didn't die?"Chu Yunxi picked up his teacup, blew away the floating leaves, and took a sip, his voice carrying a careless coldness: "Failed to die. Sorry to disappoint you, brother."Chu Yunzhao stared fixedly at the bobbing of his throat as he swallowed.Alive. Breathing. Drinking water.Chu Yunzhao's eyes rolled, and the look of shock and fear rapidly faded. A smile was actually squeezed onto that pale face, and his tone strangely softened. "Since you're alive, why didn't you send word home sooner? You had the family worried sick."As he spoke, he shuffled step by step to a seat below the head seat and sat down. "You truly frightened your brother. I thought… you were really gone." He bit down hard on those last two words.Shi Wuxie lifted his eyelids at this, sweeping a suspicious gaze over Chu Yunzhao.The Ghostly Shadow muttered by his ear: [Yu Nu, see that? With acting skills like that, it's a waste he's not performing on stage.][Oh, and didn't you send someone to Jubao Tower this morning to buy peach shortbread? There were no almonds in it.]The Ghostly Shadow's voice was meaningful: [So, is that cook lying, or are the waters of this marquis's residence deep?]Shi Wuxie said in a low voice: "No rush. Let's keep watching."This was not a thought but actually spoken aloud. Though his voice was extremely low, Chu Yunxi, seated beside him, faintly heard it and couldn't help turning to look.Chu Yunxi vaguely remembered that when he had first woken up, he had also seen Shi Wuxie's mouth moving slightly, as if muttering to himself.He couldn't help frowning in puzzlement.This madman… who exactly was he talking to?Chu Yunzhao spoke again: "But I must say, Yunxi, when did you become so bold? You even dared to lay hands on the master of Qixia Mountain—a disciple of the Imperial Preceptor, no less."As he spoke, he scrutinized Chu Yunxi carefully, saying suspiciously, "You used to be so meek and timid. How is it that overnight…"Chu Yunxi set down his teacup and gave a flat "oh." "Perhaps dying once brought some enlightenment."Chu Yunzhao frowned warily. "And what did you come to realize?"Chu Yunxi's voice was lazy: "Take life and death lightly, and fight anyone who crosses you.""Well said—'fight anyone who crosses you'!"All three abruptly turned toward the voice, then rose upon seeing the newcomer.Marquis Anping, Chu Ji, strode in, walking straight up to Chu Yunxi and stopping before him.His gaze blazed as he looked the man up and down carefully, then exclaimed in delighted surprise: "Xi'er! You're actually alive!"Before the words had even finished, his hands pressed heavily on Chu Yunxi's shoulders, squeezing hard as if to confirm something, his voice choking up slightly: "Wonderful! You're alive—that's all that matters."At this, Chu Yunzhao spoke up at just the right moment: "That's right, Yunxi. Look how worried you've made Father. If you were perfectly fine, why on earth would there be such a terrifying commotion as a 'corpse reanimation'?"At these words, Chu Ji's brow furrowed, and he turned to look at Shi Wuxie, his tone growing heavy: "If this Marquis remembers correctly, last night it was the Court of Judicial Review that examined the body and declared my son dead, was it not?"As he spoke, he walked to the seat of honor and sat down, lifting his teacup to take a sip, his gaze seizing upon Shi Wuxie like a hawk's: "Lord Shi, you owe this Marquis an explanation for this. If the boy wasn't dead, why was the scalpel taken to the corpse last night?" His voice dropped low on the last sentence, carrying an invisible pressure.Chu Yunxi caught the implication in Chu Ji's words—could his father, like himself, suspect that Shi Wuxie was unhappy about the marriage and had tried to kill him?Chu Yunxi was about to explain when he saw Shi Wuxie look toward Chu Ji and say, neither servile nor arrogant: "Your Lordship, pray see this clearly. This matter was likely the result of a misjudgment by the medical officers of my office, which has sullied the honor of your estate. I beg to offer my apology in advance."Chu Ji's brows knitted tightly: "A misjudgment?""Yes." Shi Wuxie's expression was calm. "The young lord suffered anaphylaxis, leading to suffocation and unconsciousness. His pulse was so faint it was nearly undetectable—indistinguishable from death. The medical officers of my office lacked skill and, failing to examine him carefully, hastily pronounced him dead. This is my fault for inadequate oversight."Hearing this, Chu Yunxi's brow arched almost imperceptibly, and his shoulders relaxed as he leaned back into his chair.Though he didn't understand why Shi Wuxie was covering up the truth of his "return from death," this explanation certainly saved him a great deal of effort.Chu Ji eyed him suspiciously, pondering for a moment, then looked at Chu Yunxi again. "Then what about the corpse reanimation?"The very Chu Yunxi who had been lounging lazily in his chair suddenly lowered his lashes, hiding the look in his eyes.He raised a hand to his chest, his already pale face taking on an even more fragile air, and his voice dropped: "Father, you don't know—this child was on the verge of death, lost in unconsciousness. My soul drifted in a daze, as if plunged into an icy abyss. I heard the sound of iron chains dragging closer—it must have been the soul-hooking Wuchang arriving."He gave a perfectly timed little shiver, the very picture of a survivor still shaken: "As for what I did afterward, I truly can't remember a thing. I only vaguely glimpsed the Ghost Gate. After that… the Wuchang must have taken control of my body."He was making it all up on the spot, of course—yet out of the corner of his eye, he caught a look of sudden realization in Shi Wuxie's otherwise expressionless eyes.Then he saw Shi Wuxie slowly nod, as if he'd found a reasonable explanation, and murmur to himself: "Perhaps he was taken down to the Underworld, where they discovered his life was not yet meant to end, and so sent him back to the land of the living."Chu Yunxi: …Is this madness or naivety?The The Ghostly Shadow drooped its head dejectedly. [Yu Nu, so are we still going to research it?][No Ghost Messenger is willing to deal with me anyway…]"We're researching it," Shi Wuxie said decisively.Seeing Chu Yunxi's state, Chu Ji had no mind to question how absurd the explanation was, his eyes full of concern: "How could you have an allergic reaction out of nowhere? Doesn't the household keep a personal cook just for you?"Chu Yunxi lowered his eyes and said softly, "It was that lazy, careless cook—he bought the wrong peach shortbread, the kind with almonds in it. I've already dismissed him.""Scoundrel!" Chu Ji's anger flared at once, and he slammed his hand heavily on the table. "How could we let such a treacherous servant off so easily? He ought to be dragged away and given a few dozen strokes of the cane, then sold off!"Just as the words fell, Shi Wuxie drew a small oil-paper packet from his sleeve and unhurriedly unfolded it on the tea table beside him. Inside the paper lay several pieces of peach shortbread."Oh, right," he said, as if suddenly remembering, turning to Chu Yunxi with a gentle gaze. "I know you love peach shortbread, so when I passed by Jubao Tower this morning, I bought some on the way."He gave a faintly apologetic smile. "I forgot for a moment—only when you mentioned peach shortbread just now did I remember."With that, he picked up a piece of shortbread with his slender fingers and held it straight out to Chu Yunxi. "Want some? This batch was specially checked—no almonds."His brows were relaxed, his eyes shining with concern, the very picture of a devoted couple. Only, his gaze shifted almost imperceptibly, and from the corner of his eye he glanced at Chu Yunzhao—whose eyes were fixed dead on that piece of shortbread.Chu Yunxi frowned suspiciously.That ice-block face could actually smile? And smile so warmly, like a spring breeze?Strangely… good-looking.No. Chu Yunxi closed his eyes and pulled his thoughts back.That madman just said… Jubao Tower?!Alarm bells rang in Chu Yunxi's heart, and he eyed the offered shortbread warily.Surely this madman wouldn't be stupid enough to kill him here in the marquis's residence, right under Marquis Anping's nose?!Even as he thought this, Chu Yunxi noticed Shi Wuxie's gaze quietly flicking toward Chu Yunzhao. Taking another look at Chu Yunzhao's expression, fragments flashed rapidly through his mind—of Chu Yunzhao repeatedly framing the original owner—and suddenly, understanding struck him.Could it be that the one who tried to kill him with the peach shortbread wasn't the little madman, but Chu Yunzhao?"Not at ease?" Shi Wuxie made as if to set the shortbread down. "Very well. It would be more reassuring to have the household's experienced cook check it again."Chu Yunxi suddenly caught Shi Wuxie's pale white wrist and flashed a smile. "How could I not be? Since 'my dear husband' checked it himself, of course I trust it."As he spoke, he kept his eyes fixed unwaveringly on Shi Wuxie, and, using the other's hand for support, unhesitatingly lowered his head and took a light bite."Xi'er!" Chu Ji had no time to stop him. He cried out in alarm and rushed to Chu Yunxi's side in a few quick strides, anxiously looking him up and down.Chu Yunxi calmly chewed a few times, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. Then he flashed Chu Ji a brilliant smile. "Truly delicious."Chu Ji let out a breath of relief, then scolded him with lingering fear, "You child! How could you be so reckless? Next time, remember to have a servant check it first."Chu Yunxi's fox-like eyes curved into crescents. "Rest assured, Father. I trust 'my dear husband.'"Chu Ji froze, his gaze sweeping over the two of them suspiciously, then smiled with gratification. "You two husbands getting along so well—that's the best thing of all."He returned to his seat, then seemed to remember something and said sternly, "That troublemaking cook—which shop did he originally buy the shortbread from? Be sure to pass the word down: for all the household's purchases, that shop is never to be patronized again!"Shi Wuxie gave a slight nod. "Rest assured, Marquis. I've already given strict instructions—repeatedly."As he spoke, his gaze shifted imperceptibly toward Chu Yunzhao. The heir apparent's complexion had fully recovered, and he was even calmly lifting his teacup, leisurely skimming the floating foam with the lid.Chu Yunzhao spoke up softly, changing the subject: "Ah yes, little brother, you really ought to be more careful in your actions. Like that scene at our gates today…" He sighed and set down his teacup. "If you were unharmed, you need only have said so—why come to blows? Now our household has likely offended the Imperial Preceptor."At these words, Chu Ji's brow knitted tightly, and his voice grew heavier. "Xi'er, what you did was truly thoughtless. Those were people under the Imperial Preceptor—how could you…"Before he could finish, Chu Yunxi suddenly lowered his lashes, his voice dropping a few degrees. "Father, Brother, your rebuke is deserved. The sorcerer was invited by Elder Brother—couldn't well embarrass him.""What harm if we'd simply let them perform the Evil-Expelling ritual? It would only have had uninformed outsiders whispering that the Marquis Anping's household had produced an Evil Spirit. I could bear that stigma alone… it hardly matters anyway."Chu Ji faltered mid-sentence, his words of scolding choked back by this display of "self-sacrifice."Shi Wuxie glanced sideways at Chu Yunxi, raising a brow almost imperceptibly.The Ghostly Shadow was already laughing himself into fits, his yin energy quivering: [This family's acting skills truly run in the blood!][No wait—this kid is clearly the best of them! Look at that innocent face, hahahaha!]Shi Wuxie, without hesitation, added at just the right moment: "Had your household not made such a spectacle at the main gate today, setting up an altar for Evil-Expelling and drawing crowds of onlookers, word of the 'Evil Spirit' would never have spread so fast and so vividly.""And if we hadn't decisively exposed that charlatan's trick and refuted his nonsense, I fear the rumors of an Evil Spirit would already be confirmed fact, spreading through the whole capital by now."Chu Ji caught the implication, his face darkening at once, and his sharp gaze shifted to Chu Yunzhao.But Chu Yunxi wasn't done, and picked up the duet with Shi Wuxie: "What are you saying, 'husband'? Of course the marquis household's reputation matters, but Elder Brother is the heir—what of his face?"He turned to Chu Ji, his tone earnest: "Since Elder Brother can't bring himself to go to Qixia Mountain and explain, then let me, the 'Evil Spirit,' go kneel to the Imperial Preceptor and apologize. It was all a misunderstanding after all—surely, given our household's relationship with the Imperial Preceptor, it can be smoothed over."Chu Yunzhao's face turned extremely ugly in an instant. He had just opened his mouth to speak when Chu Ji thundered at him: "Look at the fine mess you've made!""Inviting someone to perform Evil-Expelling right at our front gate for no reason—as if we weren't humiliated enough!"Chu Yunzhao had no way to defend himself. "Father, I—""That's your own brother!" Chu Ji gave him no chance to explain. "What kind of Evil Spirit is that?!"Growing angrier by the moment, he slapped his own old face. "If your brother hadn't acted decisively today and exposed that sorcerer as nothing but a half-baked fraud who couldn't tell man from ghost, what face would our household have left?!"Seeing that Chu Ji was truly furious, Chu Yunzhao clenched his jaw, knowing this was not the moment to argue. He could only suppress his temper and say in a low voice, "Your son knows he was wrong. Your son was merely worried, and in his worry, lost his composure.""Hmph!" Chu Ji swept his sleeve heavily and turned away, his voice cold and hard. "What use is apologizing to me? Apologize to your brother!"Chu Yunzhao froze, jerking his head up. "You want me to apologize to him?"Suppressing his fury, Chu Ji said coldly, "Apologize to your brother, or kneel in the ancestral hall. Your choice!"Chu Yunzhao's jaw clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched again. He glared at Chu Yunxi for a long moment before finally forcing the words out through gritted teeth: "I was wrong, brother. I'm sorry."Chu Yunxi calmly picked up his teacup, lowered his eyes, and blew on the tea as if he hadn't heard a word.Chu Yunzhao: "You—!" His eyes widened, but before he could erupt, Chu Ji barked, "Louder! Stand up! If you're going to apologize, do it properly!"Chu Yunzhao drew a deep breath, closed his eyes, and rose, bowing to Chu Yunxi with cupped hands in the utmost reluctance. "Yunxi, I'm sorry. I was wrong this time."Only then did Chu Yunxi lift his eyelids and look over, feigning surprise. "Oh dear, why would an elder brother perform such a grand gesture for a younger one?" He hastily set down his teacup and made a show of helping him up. "Get up, get up—you'll bring ruin upon me."Then Chu Yunxi sighed softly, pressing a hand to his temple, his face looking even paler. "My constitution can hardly withstand such ordeals. Such a grand apology from you, elder brother, only makes me more uneasy. I fear it will shorten my life."Chu Ji immediately called out loudly to the servants outside: "Someone! Go to the storeroom and carefully pack up those century-old ginseng roots and the finest restorative herbs—send them home with the Second Young Master!"Then Chu Ji turned to Chu Yunxi, smiling kindly. "Xi'er, have you cooled off now?"Chu Yunxi's face was all meekness, a faint smile at the corner of his lips. "Father, you're too serious. Between brothers, how could there be any grudge that lasts past the night? I would never hold anything against my elder brother."Chu Ji shot Chu Yunzhao an irritated look. "What are you waiting for? Get out!"Chu Yunzhao shot Chu Yunxi a vicious glare, then finally flung his sleeve and trudged out the door, step by dragging step.Just before he left, Chu Ji's voice rang out again: "And remember to go to Qixia Mountain yourself to apologize to the priest!"Chu Yunzhao's steps faltered, his clenched fists tightening at his sides before he replied, "Understood!"Once Chu Yunzhao was gone, Chu Ji ordered his servants to spread the news far and wide that Chu Yunxi had not in fact died, and only then did his anger subside.When he turned to Shi Wuxie again, his expression had grown much gentler. "Son-in-law, stay for dinner, won't you? Xi'er's mother heard you'd returned and prepared a meal especially. Go over together."Shi Wuxie nodded in agreement, and after bidding Chu Ji farewell, headed with Chu Yunxi toward the rear courtyard.Walking side by side along the covered corridor, Chu Yunxi asked, "What made you think of investigating the peach pastry again?""It's just a habit from years of solving cases," Shi Wuxie said flatly. "Whenever there's a point of doubt, I can't rest until I've checked every one of them thoroughly."Chu Yunxi wondered—could he have misunderstood Shi Wuxie? Had this madman truly only wanted to study him all along?"So, you suspect Chu Yunzhao?"Shi Wuxie hesitated, then nodded. "No evidence. Just a hunch."Chu Yunxi's eyes glinted. "So when you deliberately brought out the peach pastry earlier, you were trying to bait him?"Shi Wuxie glanced at him and nodded. "If it really was him, he should be rushing to cover his tracks right now." His gaze grew more resolute as he spoke. "Any move at all will leave traces."Chu Yunxi looked at Shi Wuxie and suddenly felt that this person wasn't quite as insufferable as he'd thought."If you had suspicions, why didn't you tell me sooner?"Shi Wuxie answered earnestly, "You slept through the entire day, so I didn't want to disturb you."At those words, the corners of Chu Yunxi's mouth lifted slightly without his meaning to. But before the smile could fully form, Shi Wuxie continued, "And after you woke, we'd barely exchanged a few words before you were clamoring to 'go back to your mother's home,' so there was no chance to tell you."Chu Yunxi's upturned mouth instantly flattened, and his temple twitched.This "going back to your mother's home" business—is it never going to end?!He strode off with a wooden expression.Watching his departing back, Shi Wuxie tilted his head, a trace of puzzlement in his eyes.[Why does he seem unhappy?] The Ghostly Shadow asked.Hearing this, Shi Wuxie's eyes suddenly lit up. He pulled out paper and brush from his sleeve and wrote: [Four: Emotional control is unstable; prone to significant fluctuations over trivial matters. To continue observing triggers and patterns…]After walking a few steps without hearing Shi Wuxie behind him, Chu Yunxi turned to look—only to see the man standing in place, one hand holding a notebook, the other scribbling away furiously.No doubt the madman had observed some new "abnormality" about him and couldn't wait to write it down.He let out a sigh and called out helplessly, "Keep up."Only after finishing his final stroke did Shi Wuxie put away the notebook and follow.The two arrived at a quiet courtyard—Madam Liu's residence, Chu Yunxi's birth mother's home. Flowers and trees grew gracefully within, and everything was kept neat and elegant.Madam Liu had long since received word and was waiting at the door. The moment she saw Chu Yunxi, she hurried forward, tears already streaming down her face before she could speak a word.She pulled her son into her arms, then trembling hands cupped his cheeks and gently brushed the stray strands of hair at his forehead, as if to confirm this was truly her living, breathing son."My Xi'er…" she wept, tears flowing. "Your mother just knew… knew your life wasn't meant to end, that you would surely turn misfortune into fortune…"Chu Yunxi let her hold him. The embrace was warm and real, carrying the scent of a mother from the original owner's memories. He raised a hand and, a little awkwardly but gently, patted her back. "Mother, don't cry. See? I'm perfectly fine."Only then did Madam Liu stop sobbing, dabbing the tears from her eyes with a handkerchief.It was then that she noticed Shi Wuxie beside Chu Yunxi. She hastily released her son and moved to bow to Shi Wuxie, but he was quick to stop her."Madam, there's no need for that."Madam Liu grasped Shi Wuxie's hand, her eyes filled with utterly unfeigned gratitude. "Son-in-law… no—Lord Shi. That Xi'er managed to keep his life must be thanks to you. It's the blessing this marriage brought. I truly don't know how to thank you…" As she spoke, her eyes grew wet again.Shi Wuxie's expression remained unchanged. He did not pull his hand away, only a faint dim light flickered in his eyes. "Madam, you give me too much credit."The Ghostly Shadow's voice carried a slight tremble: [Yu Nu, if your mother were still alive, she would surely cherish you just like this.]"Come, come inside—the food will get cold." Madam Liu wiped her tears and put on a smile, taking Chu Yunxi's hand with one of hers and gesturing Shi Wuxie forward with the other, leading them both into the dining hall.On the table were already set several light dishes and a pot of chicken soup, fragrant from long simmering.Chu Yunxi glanced over and asked, "Isn't Father coming to eat with us?"At the mention of Marquis Anping, the smile on Madam Liu's face faded a little. "Your elder brother was scolded so harshly—his mother is probably raising a fuss with your father right now. Never mind them; let's enjoy our own meal."The three of them took their seats.Madam Liu kept serving dishes to Chu Yunxi, and also warmly picked up a piece of stir-fried bamboo shoots for Shi Wuxie with her chopsticks."Lord Shi, it's only simple home cooking—please don't mind it. Xi'er has a weak constitution, so our daily meals are rather plain. I hope you'll bear with us."Shi Wuxie offered his thanks and ate with proper decorum, showing not the slightest fussiness.Madam Liu watched her son drink his soup mouthful by mouthful, her face full of loving satisfaction. Suddenly remembering something, she lowered her voice and asked, "Xi'er, that protective talisman I obtained for you from Puzhao Temple—do you still wear it close to your person?"Chu Yunxi froze, then gave a vague "mm."Madam Liu nodded in relief, her voice dropping even lower. "Remember, you must wear it when you consummate the marriage. Oh right, you two have already consummated, haven't you?""Pfft—cough cough cough—!!"Chu Yunxi choked on a mouthful of soup, jerking his head away as he coughed violently, his neck flushing red in an instant."What's wrong, did you choke?" Madam Liu was startled and hurriedly rose to pat his back, both distressed and anxious. "Look at you, child, you can't even eat a meal in peace. Your body must still be weak. No, this won't do—later I must speak to your father. We simply must invite an imperial physician from the palace to examine you!"Chu Yunxi was coughing too hard to speak and could only wave his hands repeatedly.As she stroked his back to ease his breathing, Madam Liu began wiping away tears again, murmuring anxiously, "Your constitution is so frail—what will become of you in the future? The master at Puzhao Temple clearly told me that as long as you wore that talisman when you consummated, you would receive a share of Lord Shi's Yang Energy to protect your body, and your health would naturally improve. Could it be that it didn't work?"Chu Yunxi coughed even harder, scrambling to find tea on the table.Shi Wuxie, who had been eating quietly all this while, set down his chopsticks and said earnestly, "Madam, there is no need to worry. His health has improved greatly."Madam Liu's hand paused mid-pat, and she looked up at Shi Wuxie. "Really?"Shi Wuxie nodded, his pitch-black eyes full of sincerity. "His strength, speed, and reflexes are all far superior to before—even far beyond those of ordinary people."Madam Liu blinked.Strength… speed?Far beyond ordinary people?At first she was bewildered, but then, seemingly struck by some thought, her aged face flushed red.She hesitated, then still leaned close to Shi Wuxie and asked in a hushed voice, "But… that kind of activity is extremely taxing on the body. With such a frail constitution, can he really endure it?"Though Shi Wuxie didn't quite understand which kind of activity the little madam meant, he reassured her nonetheless, "Rest assured, his athletic ability is excellent."Chu Yunxi, who was drinking water to ease his cough, nearly sprayed it out again."Cough cough cough—!"He covered his mouth and coughed himself half to death, then gulped down several mouthfuls of tea and took a long, deep breath before finally getting his breathing under control, his eyes streaming with reflexive tears.He leaned back against his chair, tilting his head up with a look of utter despair, thinking: What kind of cursed place have I transmigrated into? Some green-lantern webnovel site?Only then did Madam Liu's face light up with joy. She leaned over to Chu Yunxi's ear and whispered, "But Xi'er, haven't you two gotten it backwards? I married you off hoping he would transfer some Yang Energy to you. Don't go wearing yourself out instead."Chu Yunxi's face went blank. He picked up a piece of shrimp with his chopsticks and placed it in the dish in front of Madam Liu, mechanically cutting her off: "Mother, let's eat. No talking while eating, no speaking while sleeping."Madam Liu gave two obedient "ai, ai"s and dutifully picked up her bowl. The dining hall quieted down for a while, with only the faint sounds of chewing.But before long, Madam Liu's eyes darted about. She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't rest easy, and once again leaned close to Chu Yunxi's ear to urge him: "Son, listen to your mother—your first priority is taking care of your own body. From now on, you should be the one on top."With a "thud—" of a muffled sound.Chu Yunxi went completely limp, as if all the strength had been drained out of him, collapsing lifelessly onto the desk without moving.A woman's startled cry came from the small courtyard: "Xi'er! Xi'er, what's wrong?!"
Chapter 6
My Cold-Faced Wife Wants to Kill Me Again