If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

"I've been idle these days, and I've reclaimed the land near my home, so I decided to take a look here. I didn't expect the land at the foot of the mountain to be so good."

"Except for the fact that it's not very easy to get down there, it's quite good in every way. I'm planning to cultivate the land and plant something there."

"oh oh."

Mu Qiuhe instantly thought of the almost entirely cultivated land surrounding Sister Yun’s house, and didn’t know what to say.

All I can say is that young people have a lot of energy.

Even though his house is surrounded by vegetable fields, he still came here to cultivate the land.

Yunfan spoke with great interest, his cheeks turning red with excitement.

It seemed as if farming was a very interesting thing for him. Listening to Yun Fan's story, Mu Qiuhe also agreed tactfully.

When Yun Fan was giving a long speech trying to teach her how to farm, Mu Qiuhe suddenly interrupted him.

Mu Qiuhe turned her head to look at Yun Fan and asked curiously:

"Brother Yun, can you cultivate all this wasteland?"

"Wouldn't it be tiring to be busy in the fields every day? Why don't you spend the remaining time with Sister Cha Ran?"

"Besides, you've all been here for so many years, why is there still no sign of pregnancy in Sister Cha Ran's belly?"

"I've been waiting for Sister Cha Ran to give birth to a child so I can go and meet her."

Yun Fan was not angry at being interrupted. He just listened to Mu Qiuhe expressing her doubts with a smile.

But when he mentioned that Cha Ran was not pregnant yet, his expression froze and turned bitter.

Mu Qiuhe also keenly noticed the change in Yun Fan's expression, and it changed immediately before he finished speaking.

Only the general meaning had been expressed, and Mu Qiuhe didn't know how to change the words to correct the previous meaning.

As he spoke, Mu Qiuhe's mouth became stiff and he could no longer utter a word.

"Forehead……"

The two then fell into a brief silence. Suddenly, Yun Fan stopped and turned to look at Mu Qiuhe. His kind eyes also became calm.

A shadow fell over his face. Yun Fan lowered his head and spoke softly:

"Xiao He, I have a secret to tell you, please don't tell anyone else."

His tone was cold, like a gust of winter wind blowing on Mu Qiuhe's back, making her shiver.

Looking at Yun Fan, whose expression changed instantly as if a sore spot had been touched, Mu Qiuhe took a few steps back.

"Um...Brother Yun, can I not listen?"

"No."

Before she could take a few steps back, Mu Qiuhe found that there was no road behind her, only a steep slope, and she had to stop.

But Yun Fan was getting closer and closer, his drooping eyes slightly raised, like a sharp thorn that had been hidden for a long time, flashing with a fierce light.

"Xiao He, I have never told this secret to anyone."

"You're the first one to know."

"You are not allowed to tell anyone about this."

"You must keep it a secret."

"It's got to stay rotten in your stomach."

His tone was gentle, as if he was talking about something unimportant. Although it was still daytime, Mu Qiuhe felt the biting cold.

It was as if an invisible beast was licking her body, and at some point it would bite her to pieces and swallow her into its stomach.

This feeling made Mu Qiuhe extremely uncomfortable. Although she clearly felt Yun Fan's malice, she did not make any counterattack gesture, but secretly placed the silver needle between her two fingers.

She still subconsciously felt that Yun Fan would not attack her. After all, so far, Yun Fan had not revealed any offensive weapons.

But if you think so, you are too naive.

Yun Fan was approaching step by step, and every step carried an air of danger. However, facing such a scene, Mu Qiuhe was still in a dilemma. She clearly remembered what her father had said: if someone was forcing her and trying to get close to her, she must fight back decisively, then quickly escape, or make a loud noise to attract others.

But facing Yun Fan, the man she had known for a long time and the husband of Cha Ran's sister, she was a little at a loss.

At this moment of hesitation, Yun Fan walked in front of Mu Qiuhe, patted her shoulder with his rough palm, and put his mouth close to her ear. At such a close distance, Mu Qiuhe had no strength to resist.

"Xiao He, actually, I am suffering from infertility."

"It's not that Cha Ran doesn't want to get pregnant, but I can't."

After saying that, Yun Fan took a few steps back. He raised his head and looked into Mu Qiuhe's eyes with an expression that was cold but also a little cruel.

"Xiao He, I believe you understand what I mean."

"For a man, this is the most important secret."

"You have to keep it a secret for me."

As he spoke, he slowly approached again, and his rough palms slowly raised and merged into a knife.

Yunfan gave a cruel smile.

"Xiao He, you know who keeps the most secrets, right?"

Time seemed to stand still, and in the silent space, a sound of someone swallowing hard could be heard.

A twisted smile appeared on the familiar face that Mu Qiuhe had never seen before.

His voice was faint, as if a ghost from the underworld had come to the world to do evil.

"The dead are the best at keeping secrets."

"Xiao He, please keep this secret for me."

"puff."

Just when Mu Qiuhe was getting nervous, Yun Fan suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha."

"You must be scared, Xiaohe."

Mu Qiuhe stood there and rolled her eyes speechlessly.

"You're pretending to be so good."

"Yu, be a human being!"

The coldness on Yunfan's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by his usual gentleness and a smile as warm as spring breeze.

Everything before was fake, just like Yu teasing Mu Qiuhe.

At this moment, Mu Qiuhe's cheeks were flushed, she pouted, and looked extremely angry.

"Hmph! I'm not going to play with you anymore. I'm going to complain to Sister Cha Ran!"

"You all bully me because I'm a girl, right?"

"Hey, no, no, no."

"You're wrong, Xiaohe."

Yun Fan grabbed Mu Qiuhe's sleeve and looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"Xiao He, brother was wrong. There won't be a next time."

Hearing the familiar speech, Mu Qiuhe once again thought of the smile that Yu had when he succeeded in that photo, and couldn't help but roll her eyes again.

"Can you please change your words next time?"

Yun Fan was stunned at first, then he thought about who Mu Qiuhe was talking about.

He laughed and said, "Okay, try saying it differently next time."

Hearing Yun Fan's answer, Mu Qiuhe rolled her eyes again.

"I wasn't talking about you, Brother Yun, you actually want to have another chance!"

"no more chance!"

"Not even once!"

"I must complain to Sister Chazen today!"

"You've learned bad things from Yu!"

Yun Fan suppressed his smile, pretended to admit his mistake, walked beside Mu Qiuhe, and begged for her forgiveness.