After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Xi Zhenghe remained silent.

Zhu Can held the secret letter tightly in his hand and stared at the other person.

After a while, it seemed like a century had passed.

Xi Zhenghe raised his head, and two words came out of his mouth with clear lip lines. He said clearly:

"Friends."

Zhu Can's arm lost strength for a moment, and the secret letter fell lightly into Xi Zhenghe's arms.

"Friends?"

Zhu Can asked: "Do you think that we are just friends?"

Xi Zhenghe remained silent. He paused for a moment, folded the secret letter and put it in his arms, but did not respond to the other party.

Zhu Can was a little shocked.

This series of confessions today caught him off guard. To be honest, when he heard the word "friend", Zhu Can thought he might as well not ask.

Which "friend" would ask his friend what the relationship between them is?

If Xi Zhenghe was a hypocritical man like Wang Cheng, and had lied to him the entire time just to get the secret letter, it would have been fine, but Zhu Can would have just ordered someone to beat him up. But the other party's honesty made him unable to bring himself to do so.

That means it's become real. Originally it was just for the secret letter, but after getting to know each other, she was conquered by my personal charm, so she revealed herself today?

So, how much water is mixed in the good things that I feel, and how much truth is there in Xi Zhenghe's confession today?

Zhu Can had lived under the guidance of Mrs. Zhu for more than ten years, and had been exposed to all these things, so he didn't pay much attention to the secret letter.

Zhu Can had never opened the letter even once, even after it had been in his hands for so long. The wax seal on the secret letter was still intact. Zhu Can also guessed that the letter probably wouldn't contain any secrets directly, but rather some kind of encrypted code.

He didn't have the time to investigate, and instead had a heart stained by worldly desires, spending the past few months focusing on Xi Zhenghe. Yet, this was the result.

"I……"

Zhu Can wanted to say something, but then he shut his mouth and sat down obediently on the chair. Xi Zhenghe looked at him from the opposite side, and he was silent like a pillar.

"You go."

Zhu Can opened his mouth and said, "Since we are good friends and we are on the same boat, you don't have to go to great lengths to ask me to do something next time."

Xi Zhenghe seemed hesitant, but he still stood up and handed the other person a glass of water: "Thank you. Have some water, your lips are dry."

Zhu Can couldn't help but glance over with resentment, and refused to let it go easily: "Is it just your lips that are dry? My heart is drying up."

Xi Zhenghe was holding the cup, feeling a little helpless. The sideways gaze was like a thin blade, cutting him.

Zhu Can stretched out his hand to drive the person away: "Prince Xiang had a dream, the goddess..."

Zhu Can glanced over, then lowered his eyelids, took the water, took a sip, and then finished the second half of the sentence: "...Wu Xin ah..."

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Four days later, Dada came back unusually early.

Dada, who usually doesn't come back until three or four in the afternoon to supervise Zhu Can's dinner, came back just as the sun passed over the treetops outside the villa.

When he came back, he saw his young master lying blankly on the lounge chair in the garden. He was wearing thin pajamas that stuck to his body. Just like the owner of the newspaper covering his face, he looked listless and lifeless.

"Master, why are you staying here again?"

Dada quickly found a blanket and covered Zhu Can. The newspaper fell to the ground, and the slightly blurred lead type "War Begins Today" was like a lead ball thrown in the wrong place, hitting a green grassland and a flat lake.

Zhu Can squinted his eyes and saw the person coming. Then he looked at the sun above his head and asked, "Why are you so early today? Where is your lover Yi?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't asked, but as soon as he asked, tears welled up in Dada's red, exaggeratedly large eyes, and he started crying before he even spoke. Zhu Can was so scared that he sat up straight and almost fell to the ground.

"Brother Yi is gone."

"Dead!? When did it happen? That Xi…"

"No! No, no, no, I mean he's going to the southwest. He left this morning, and I went to see him off on the train..."

Zhu Can sat back in his chair, took a long breath, closed his eyes and advised:

"Dada, you really should study Mandarin more."