It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Xiao Huai laughed softly, his voice like the wind in the fog, light but not drifting away.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes filled with a hint of sly mockery and irresistible confidence:

"Do me a favor and I'll tell you what it smells like."

The upward curve of the lips seems to bring a ray of dawn light in this oppressive fog, with a kind of elusive calmness and nonchalance that makes people unconsciously attracted.

Ye Yin looked at his smiling eyes, and at that moment he actually felt the urge to listen to him continue talking.

What is he planning?

Ye Yin sneered at himself in his heart, but he couldn't ignore this subtle curiosity.

Logically speaking, he wouldn't pay any attention to these people, let alone offer help.

These people were nothing but passing clouds to him and meant nothing to him.

But it was the calmness and even determination in Xiao Huai's smile that made Ye Yin's principles waver for a moment.

He actually wanted to know what he smelled like.

Ye Yin looked at Xiao Huai quietly, with a rare sense of doubt and interest in his heart.

After a moment of silence, he sneered and said with a hint of inquiry in his tone: "What's the matter?"

His tone was indifferent and distant, but his eyes were subconsciously locked on Xiao Huai's face.

Xiao Huai did not rush to answer, but slowly took out a bone whistle from his pocket.

Ye Yin looked at Xiao Huai's palm, only to see the pair of slender fingers slightly raised, with bright red blood flowing from the palm.

The originally intact bone whistle had now turned into a pile of powder in his hand and slipped away silently.

"My bone whistle is broken." Xiao Huai raised his head and said calmly, "Can you give me a new one?"

His voice seemed to be deliberately slowed down, and like mist, it slowly seeped into Ye Yin's ears.

Ye Yin stared at the broken bone whistle, his gaze lingering on Xiao Huai's blood-stained fingers for a moment, then raised his eyes again and looked back at the face with a faint smile.

For some reason, Xiao Huai's words sounded ordinary, but they carried a power that was hard to refuse.

Ye Yin looked at him, and the arc of his sneer gradually subsided.

He just mentioned it casually, but why did I feel like I had to give it to him?

Ye Yin narrowed his eyes, trying to hide the hesitation in his heart at that moment.

His gaze lingered on Xiao Huai's face a little longer than he expected, and he finally spoke: "How could it be so completely broken? What on earth did you do to it?"

The bone whistle was broken and no sound was made. It all happened in an instant.

In fact, even if the bone whistle was broken, he could grab one himself.

Xiao Huai still had that faint smile on his face. He didn't give a direct answer, but gently held the pile of dust in his palm and handed it to Ye Yin. His tone was so gentle that it seemed like he was negotiating: "Then, can't you give me a new one?"

Ye Yin instinctively wanted to refuse, but the words in his throat stopped abruptly.

He looked at Xiao Huai quietly, and an idea flashed through his mind.

"Why don't you give him one?"

This impulse came without warning and even made him a little annoyed.

He was silent for a while, his eyes swept over Xiao Huai's still calm face, and finally slowly raised his hand, took out a brand new bone whistle from his waist, and threw it to Xiao Huai.

"Consider it a reward for calling the right name." Ye Yin said coldly, but his tone was not as cold and hard as expected.

Then she immediately looked away, as if she didn't want to look at Xiao Huai for too long, but she always glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, wanting to see his reaction.

Xiao Huai caught the brand new bone whistle steadily.

He lowered his head to look at the object in his hand, and gently fiddled with it twice with his fingertips, as if feeling the texture of the bone whistle.

The curve of the corners of the eyes also softened a bit.

"Thank you." His voice was not loud, but it carried an indescribable comfort.

Xiao Huai slowly raised his eyes, with a faint light in them that even the thick fog could not conceal.

He looked at Ye Yin and said in a light and clear voice: "Epiphyllum."

This time, his smile was more sincere, making people dazed for a moment.

"You smell like an Epiphyllum." Xiao Huai's eyes were full of meaning. "Like an Epiphyllum."

Epiphyllum.

The name fell softly into Ye Yin's ears.

He had never seen the night-blooming cereus, never heard of it, and never smelled its scent.

But at this moment, I didn't know why I felt an inexplicable curiosity.

What is Epiphyllum? What does it look like? What does it smell like?

His eyes fell on Xiao Huai's face and found that the other party still had that faint smile on his face, as if he had seen through all his reactions.

That smile was like a silent invitation, a little nonchalant, yet irresistible.

Ye Yin was silent for a moment, then snorted coldly, his tone deliberately lowered: "What does Epiphyllum look like?"

Xiao Huai raised an eyebrow and whispered, "A flower that blooms only at night, a white miracle that suddenly blooms in the darkness. Even though the flower blooms for a short time, it leaves behind an eternal memory."

Ye Yin did not respond, but just looked at Xiao Huai quietly. The moment when the night-blooming cereus bloomed seemed to appear in his mind.

Xiao Huai didn't seem to intend to say anything more. He lowered his head again, put the bone whistle back in his palm, and gently rubbed it with his fingertips. He said casually: "However, the scent of Epiphyllum is only for those who can detect it."

Ye Yin was stunned for a moment. Just when Xiao Huai's voice had not completely dissipated, Ye Yin suddenly felt a strange wind. The wind was not like the usual gentle breeze, but brought with it an extremely hidden sense of oppression.

He frowned slightly and subconsciously turned his gaze, sensing a powerful presence standing silently beside him.

Ye Yin glanced and caught a glimpse of a strand of snow-like hair. The crystal clear color was particularly conspicuous in the diffuse mist.

His pupils shrank, and his eyes turned slightly to the side, and he saw the face with a faint smile.

Lu Yuanshi.

Shura can easily hide if he doesn't want to be seen.

Lu Yuanshi stood beside him, and only Ye Yin, who was also a Shura, could notice him.

Even Xiao Huai, who was right in front of him, was completely unaware of it.

Lu Yuanshi's voice entered Ye Yin's mind: "The bridge will collapse soon."

He paused for a moment and added, "Tell him—leave immediately."

After hearing this, Ye Yin was stunned for a moment.

Tell...this human?

At this moment, the bridge began to shake slightly, and the trembling feeling from afar was transmitted through the bridge surface underfoot, like a sleeping giant beast slowly waking up.

The fog on the bridge also trembled slightly, as if foreshadowing what was about to happen.

The bridge collapsed, which meant that those who had chosen to wait for the next car had probably fallen into the sea by now.

This is a road of no return.