Fu Ruheng gazed softly at the word “Okay” written in the snow. “Is there anything else Sister wants to hear?”
Ruan Ruoyin thought seriously for a moment, then wrote three words: “Not anymore.”
Fu Ruheng’s eyelashes trembled with disappointment. “Does Sister dislike my voice?”
On the screen, the Chibi Character’s eyes were rimmed red, looking utterly pitiful.
Ruan Ruoyin’s heart melted. How could she possibly dislike Zaizai’s voice? His voice was absolutely perfect—the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.
Ruan Ruoyin coaxed him, writing in the snow, “I don’t dislike it.”
“Let’s leave this place first. When we have time, I’ll tell you what I want to hear, okay?”
Fu Ruheng still wanted to talk to that person and was unwilling to leave just like that.
What if, after leaving this place, that person stopped communicating with him through writing?
Fu Ruheng licked his cold lips, a fragile expression settling on his brow. “Sister says she doesn’t dislike it, but deep down, she must despise it. I understand.”
His slender, pale fingers brushed against the soft snow, and his faintly pink lips pressed together sorrowfully. From a distance, he looked like an abandoned puppy.
Ruan Ruoyin: “…”
Was this little tea-sipping creature really her Zaizai?
Ruan Ruoyin was shocked, but more than that, she felt a strange sense of wonder—
The Zaizai on the screen was disheartened because he cared about her opinion.
Ruan Ruoyin poked Zaizai’s little hand and wrote in the snow, “Sweetie, I’ll never dislike you.”
She had wanted to write “Zaizai,” but remembering that he was already an adult, she wrote “Sweetie” instead.
Fu Ruheng rubbed his fingers twice. Although he couldn’t touch that person, the sensation always felt incredibly real. He lowered his gaze, looking at the word “Sweetie” in the snow, the tips of his ears turning red. He mumbled softly, “I’ll never dislike Sister either.”
Ruan Ruoyin blinked and continued writing, “Aren’t you afraid I weigh three or four hundred pounds?”
Fu Ruheng chuckled. “I’m not afraid.”
“Whether Sister is human or a ghost, I’m not afraid. As long as it’s you, I’ll accept you no matter what.”
Ruan Ruoyin’s heart couldn’t take it anymore.
Her Zaizai was just too smooth.
Even though they were both lifelong singles, her Zaizai could spout sweet nothings effortlessly.
The temperature on Ruan Ruoyin’s face continued to rise. She curled her lips and teased him, “Actually, I’m a demon. I’m being nice to you now so I can eat you later.”
Fu Ruheng read the words softly, his pale fingers untying his black cloak. His voice was low and husky. “Don’t wait until later, Sister. Come eat me now.”
The young man’s face was as beautiful as peach blossoms, stunningly gorgeous. He knelt halfway in the snow, his waist-length hair fluttering gently in the breeze. His collarbone was partially exposed, his skin even more luminous than the snow.
If intricate array patterns were drawn around him, he would look exactly like a sacrifice offered to someone.
What Ruan Ruoyin saw was a slender little figure seriously undoing his clothes, waiting to be eaten.
The scene was just a tiny bit hilarious.
Ruan Ruoyin flicked Zaizai’s forehead and wrote, “I was teasing you. I’m not a demon, and I don’t eat people.”
She quickly draped the discarded cloak back over Fu Ruheng.
She continued writing, “Sweetie, let’s go buy clothes. The clothes you’re wearing underneath are too tattered and can’t be worn anymore.”
Ruan Ruoyin had considered buying clothes directly by spending money, but thinking about having sweet interactions with Zaizai, she wanted to go to the store with him to pick something out.
Fu Ruheng knew Ruan Ruoyin was teasing him. He had deliberately taken off his clothes, hoping to pique that person’s interest in him.
Seeing her mediocre performance, he felt somewhat disappointed at the moment.
Seduction had failed once again.
Fu Ruheng lowered his long lashes slightly. “The clothes aren’t urgent. The Longming Festival is coming up in the next few days, and the market will be very lively. Would you like to go see it, sister?”
Longming Festival? Lively?
Ruan Ruoyin perked up.
Curiously, she wrote on the soft snow, “What is the Longming Festival?”
Fu Ruheng patiently explained, “It’s a lantern festival.”
“Every household lights a lantern to pray for peace in the coming year.”
“During the Longming Festival every year, the market is packed with people, most of whom come to stroll and admire the lanterns.”
Ruan Ruoyin’s eyes lit up at the thought of all kinds of strange and wonderful lanterns. She urged Fu Ruheng, “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s hurry to the market and have some fun.”
Fu Ruheng smiled dotingly. “Alright, as you wish, sister.”
Fu Ruheng wrapped himself in his black robe and quickly left the main base of the Bijan Sect.
The snow, which had buried countless corpses, was gradually melting away.
Half an hour later.
A group of Bijan Sect disciples who had been training outside were heading back to the sect.
One of them suddenly said, “Do any of you smell something?”
The others sniffed hard, and their expressions changed. “The smell of blood.”
Several of them said with grim faces, “Something has happened at the sect.”
They quickened their pace, and when they arrived at the scene, they all covered their mouths in horror.
Everywhere they looked, there were corpses and blood. Thousands of headless bodies were piled up, creating a scene as terrifying as hell.
“Who… who killed so many of our Bijan Sect members?”
“Has the Bijan Sect been wiped out?”
One person found Xu Yimeng’s body and turned pale with shock.
“It’s over, it’s over. Even the young sect leader is dead. The Bijan Sect is finished.”
Someone calmly said, “The Bijan Sect isn’t finished yet. The sect leader and the elders’ bodies aren’t here.”
“They must still be in seclusion, unaware of what happened in the sect.”
Someone asked, “What should we do now?”
“Do what we need to do. Everything will wait until the sect leader and elders come out of seclusion.”
“Alright.”
As the last ray of sunlight faded, darkness quietly descended.
The market was bustling with people, extremely lively.
Ruan Ruoyin saw many small figures with cultivation levels, hurrying through the crowd.
After watching through Fu Ruheng’s perspective for a while, Ruan Ruoyin realized where those people were rushing to—they were all heading to the front to pick out lanterns.
The lanterns were vibrant and came in all shapes and sizes.
Ruan Ruoyin immediately took a liking to a rabbit lantern. She shook Fu Ruheng’s hand and traced the shape of two rabbit ears on his palm.
Fu Ruheng was momentarily stunned. At first, he thought she was just playfully scratching his palm, but after a moment, he understood. “Sister wants the rabbit lantern?”
Ruan Ruoyin happily shook his hand again.
Fu Ruheng suppressed a smile, his mood brightening. “I’ll go buy it for you right now.”
Fu Ruheng quickly walked to the stall selling rabbit lanterns. Just as his fingertips touched the handle of the lantern, a haughty, sharp voice rang out.
“Let go of that rabbit lantern! That’s the one I want!”
Fu Ruheng’s smile faded. He coldly watched as a young man and woman appeared before him, a flicker of ruthlessness and malice flashing in his eyes.
“Get lost.”
The girl’s face changed, and she shrieked, “Who are you telling to get lost? Do you know who I am? Be careful, or my Brother Yan will cripple you!”
Fu Ruheng gave her a second “Get lost.”
The girl exploded with anger. Pouting, she buried her face in the young man’s chest beside her. “Brother Yan, he insulted me.”
The young man held her tightly, shielding the beauty as he declared, “What kind of trash dares to insult my dear Ting? Don’t be upset, Ting—I’ll take care of him right now.”