When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

The appearance makes sense, and the jade pendant matches, so was that...an illusion?

Xie Jiu just now... that kind of aura is not something that can be acquired, it is clearly a temperament that he is born with.

Xie Jiu, who are you?

After a while, he came to his senses. His inner clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin. He felt very uncomfortable, just like his current mood.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

After all, it would be too hasty to draw a conclusion based on a mere guess. Maybe I was overthinking, and it was just an accident or coincidence.

However, the doubts in my heart could never be eliminated.

Xie Jiu's identity becomes more and more confusing, as if hiding a huge secret.

With a heart full of doubts, he decided to take a long-term view and bury the matter deep in his heart. The most important thing at the moment was to control his emotions. He didn't like the feeling of being out of control.

He changed into a set of dry clothes and felt a little more relaxed.

But the heavy mood still follows me.

Once the seed of doubt was planted, he would unconsciously observe Xie Jiu's every word and action, and compare the current Xie Jiu with the person in his memory.

I found many inconsistencies without realizing it.

There are always many differences between the childish face in my memory and the mature Xie Jiu now.

Xie Jiu has been finding excuses to go out frequently recently. Wei Dong knows who he is going out to meet, but he doesn't want to ask Xie Jiu who those people are.

He didn't want to interfere in his affairs, and besides, he might not be Xie Jiu, so he had no reason to restrict him.

Therefore, the two people who had been living in the same room were busy with their own things, and before King Dongshan noticed, a gap had already arisen between them.

Wei Dong was also tortured by this ambiguous feeling.

What you think about during the day you dream about at night, and Weidong has nightmares every night.

True and false illusions and memories were intertwined. He struggled to break free, but was always dragged into dreams in vain.

Sometimes he knew it was a dream, but he just couldn't wake up.

Xie Jiu in the dream was still the same as he was before he left the village. The smile on his face was so genuine, and his laughter was so clean that it struck his heart directly.

He wore coarse clothes, climbed trees and walls, and was naughty but not annoying.

Even though the village was so poor, he could live very happily and find a lot of fun for himself.

Weidong liked Xie Jiu chattering around him about where he had found a nest of bird eggs, or where he had picked up a strange stone by the river.

It seemed as if Xie Jiu had done everything for him that he couldn't do.

Therefore, Weidong can enjoy half of Xie Jiu's happiness.

It would be great if all the dreams were like this, but every time when I was happiest, the dream would be interrupted. Xie Jiu just couldn’t stop.

It was the same with Xie Jiu in the dream. After bringing Wei Dong a brief moment of happiness, he wanted to go out and have fun again. No matter how hard Wei Dong tried to stop him, it was useless because he knew that Xie Jiu was going to disappear again.

The dreams I have every night are almost the same, half sweet, half anxious, half scared, and half nervous. In the end, I have to be exhausted and out of breath before I wake up.

In a short period of time, Weidong lost a lot of weight.

King Dongshan finally realized that something was wrong with Weidong.

He has been busy handing over information to the secret guards recently. After all, he just came back and a lot of information was already delayed, so he was busy and ignored the people around him.

By the time he found out, Wei Dong had become much more haggard due to the nightmare.

When Weidong wanted to go home and visit, Xie Jiu knew that he must have some doubts about him.

But what could he say?

The two of them walked along the way with their own thoughts, and finally parted ways at Xie Jiu's home in this small village...

King Dongshan left in anger, leaving Weidong at a loss to deal with his collapsed emotions on his own.

Wei Dong fell ill the day after King Dongshan left. The depression he had been feeling for many days found a breakthrough at this moment and hit back fiercely.

Her face was red and there was not a drop of sweat.

Wei Dong's lips had turned pale due to the high fever. His originally soft lips were now cracked like dry land.

Blood was faintly oozing from these cuts, as if cracks had begun to appear on the earth after a long drought.

The skin on the lips also became extremely dry, losing its original luster and elasticity, as if it had been burned by fire.

The lips, which should have been rosy, now appeared pale, which made people feel pity.

Ye Qingfeng anxiously urged the doctor he had finally found to treat Manager Wei. There were no good doctors in the countryside. The doctor could only prescribe some herbal medicine to reduce fever.

Ye Qingfeng was totally overwhelmed.

This shopkeeper Wei is going back to his hometown to visit. As his personal bodyguard, he must follow him. Didn’t he already check it out yesterday?

I heard that Manager Wei’s parents both died in this village. Now he has no relatives at all. Is this... is it because of the past that brought back sad memories?

Otherwise, why would he suddenly fall ill? Ye Qingfeng felt that he had touched the truth.

Manager Wei rarely gets sick on a normal day. Even when he traveled with them on that harsh trade route and trekked through mountains and rivers every day, he was never so weak.

It can be seen that this time the blow was really not small.

Oh no! Where did that bastard Xie Jiu go? Wasn’t he always with the shopkeeper?

How come it disappeared?

If he hadn't seen Manager Wei taking a long time to come out today and hadn't rushed into the house to check on him, he wouldn't have known that he was so seriously ill!

How can this be good?

Ye Qingfeng clumsily fed the medicine to Manager Wei, spilling it everywhere. Wei Dong was still in a daze and couldn't wake up.

Ye Qingfeng scratched his head, walked out of the door a little irritably, and asked the innkeeper to help find a careful maid to take care of the patient.

Seeing that Ye Qingfeng was generous and gave a large silver ingot at a time, the boss was immediately motivated and soon found a thirteen-year-old maid named Cui'er.

Cui'er originally worked as a maid in a wealthy family for several years. As she grew up, she became more and more beautiful, and the scholar in that family began to have evil intentions towards her.

Cui'er was young and knew nothing. She was tricked into the young master's room and was almost bullied. She ran out of the young master's room in tattered clothes.

The master of the house discovered them and rushed into the house to check. He found that his young master was knocked unconscious by the inkstone that Cui'er touched in panic, and a lot of blood came out of his forehead.

The brain of a scholar's child is so precious that the owner of the house was unwilling to let her go. In anger, he found a man to sell her.

The original owner's family was vicious and wanted to teach her a lesson by selling her to a lowly place to suffer, but Cui'er was pretty and the man felt that she could be sold for a good price.