Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

When Yu Xiangwan saw Ye Zhen'an wake up, he went forward and helped him up and leaned him against the head of the bed.

"Brother, are you awake? Are you still feeling unwell?"

"No problem."

Ye Zhen'an's voice was a little hoarse. He lowered his eyes and carefully felt the warmth from the hand that was supporting his waist. It was warm and peaceful, and it separated at the touch of a finger.

Like Yu Xiangwan, although he usually looks cold and aloof, the kindness that emanates from his inner self cannot deceive anyone, yet he is aloof and indifferent to everyone.

Ye Zhen'an was confused. When was the last time he felt that there was still a ray of light in this dark and dirty world?

It seemed like a long, long time, so long that he no longer recalled the unbearable and broken past.

He instinctively wanted to grasp the light that accidentally penetrated his gloomy world, even if it was only for a short time.

So he spoke after careful consideration.

"Changning."

"Hmm?" Yu Xiangwan looked up at Ye Zhen'an in confusion.

"Do you remember the palpitations you felt when you fell off the cliff?"

Yu Xiangwan was stunned when he heard this, pursed his lips and concealed the strange look in his eyes. He might know what Ye Zhenan wanted to say, but he didn't want to listen or know.

Some things don't need to be said openly.

"Brother, you should have a good rest."

Then he stood up and walked out.

Suddenly feeling a strange weight on his sleeve, Yu Xiangwan stopped in his tracks.

He lowered his eyes to look at Ye Zhenan's pale and thin hand at the sleeve, and then looked up along the hand, and saw a pair of deep and lightless eyes, like an abyss or a whirlpool, which made people drown in it unconsciously.

Yu Xiangwan was concerned about Ye Zhenan's health, so he pulled his sleeve but failed to do so, and then he spoke coldly.

"Let go."

Ye Zhen'an knew that Yu Xiangwan was angry, but he held on tighter, and the blue veins on the pale back of his hand could be faintly seen.

"You know, don't you?"

"You know that your heart palpitations become more severe as your cultivation level increases. You know that because of this, you will be in danger at all times. You know that you may perish at any time due to these inexplicable heart palpitations!"

Yu Xiangwan's face suddenly turned cold when he heard this. He pulled out the robe that Ye Zhen'an was holding tightly in his hand with force. The robe suddenly fell down naturally, drawing a cold arc of light.

Ye Zhen'an was a patient after all. He was pulled back and staggered in an instant. His hand dropped empty. He looked at Yu Xiang'an in disbelief.

"So what if I know?"

"I would rather die standing up than beg for mercy like a fish."

Ye Zhen'an dejectedly lowered his hand, which was still suspended in the air. Perhaps his injury had not healed yet, or perhaps he was a little shocked. His hand was trembling slightly, and he tried his best to support himself on the edge of the bed.

He lowered his head in loss, like a bewildered little animal, muttering softly.

"Is cultivation really that important? Don't you have anyone you care about?"

Ye Zhen'an raised his eyes and looked at Yu Xiangwan with a burning gaze.

"If something happens to you, what will happen to Yu Jiaoyue? What will happen to my wife, who is still alone in the Prime Minister's Mansion?"

Yu Xiangwan remained silent, with a hazy look in his eyes. Who doesn't want to live a good life?

But he cannot help but fight, he cannot help but be strong. If even he indulges in pleasure and only sees the present, what about the future?

If Ye Zhen'an is forced to follow the plot in the future, and if he encounters a powerful enemy again, can they only sit quietly and be slaughtered?

"I thought you knew, brother."

"You've had a difficult life since childhood. You should know how difficult it is for ordinary people to survive, especially those who can't even protect themselves."

"At this point, do you think I can get away with it?"

"Do you think Master can protect me forever?"

Who in the world of immortal cultivation didn't know that the Wood Spirit had appeared? If he didn't have a sect and a master to protect him, he might have been trapped in a corner of the world and been forced to take essence from it day and night.

He believed in the sect and his master, but times had changed and no matter how talented he was, he was just an ordinary disciple of the Fuyao Sect.

The balance in people's hearts has always been tilted to one side. If one day the sect becomes weak and asks you to hand yourself over, will the sect hand you over or not?

Mountains will fall if you rely on them, and you will run if you rely on people.

Why should you put your destiny in the hands of others?

If it were A Niang and Chang Le...

There will be a way. Although he doesn't know what the palpitations are, if one day he is destined to die, he will definitely be able to settle them before he falls.

There will be a way...

"If Master doesn't protect you, I will."

Ye Zhen looked at Yu Xiangwan steadily, his voice soft and firm, which sounded like thunder in Yu Xiangwan's ears, stirring up a storm in his heart.

He looked up at Ye Zhen'an in shock, and saw that his clear and deep eyes were full of determination. He was choked for a moment, and his tone was a little weak.

"You are such a madman!"

"Are you, a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator, going to deliver the food?"

I don't know where he gets his confidence from.

Ye Zhen'an turned a deaf ear to him. He knew that Yu Xiang'an's cultivation was as crazy as his. He just looked at him stubbornly with hope in his eyes and spoke cautiously.

"If you insist on practicing, can you practice slower?"

Yu Xiangwan knew that Ye Zhen'an thought that as long as he practiced slower, his reaction would not be so severe when the heart palpitations occurred.

He didn't understand Ye Zhen'an for a moment, just as Ye Zhen'an didn't understand him either.

Ye Zhen'an looked at the green figure who walked out without saying a word. The hope in his eyes gradually disappeared and was slowly replaced by dejection.

A fleeting glimpse of Cuixiang Tower made one think it was salvation, but wasn’t it also an abyss?

He couldn't just watch Yu Xiangwan die like that.

If that were the case, he would rather he had never appeared in Cuixiang Tower.

I never personally put on a warm fox fur coat for him to protect him from the wind and snow.

There was no fence to shield him from the countless disgusting gazes from the outside world.

Nor did she stand in front of him again and again when he encountered danger.

He would rather stay in the filthy mire...

Ye Zhen'an was still in the same posture as when Yu Xiangwan left, his eyes unfocused as he looked in the direction Yu Xiangwan left.

His bony fingers were white, and in his hand he was clutching a wrinkled jade sachet. It had been a long time since he had felt powerless because of his weakness since leaving Cuixiang Tower.

Yu Xiangwan is right, he is just a foundation-building cultivator, what use can he be?

It would be easy for others to crush him to death.

The night is falling and the sky is dotted with stars.

Yu Xiangwan looked at Ye Zhen'an who had returned to peace in the room, and felt sad.

He regarded Ye Zhen'an as his senior brother, but there was also a clear boundary between them. Their lives should not be limited to the present. The future was too long and they would be separated sooner or later.

Maybe in the future when Ye Zhen'an thinks back to his brazen words today about protecting me, he will feel that he was young and ignorant?

Palpitations...

Yu Xiangwan covered his chest with his hands.

I murmured in my heart, why do I have palpitations?

I've had it since I was a kid, but when I was little it was just ordinary palpitations.

Is it because cultivators can sense the heaven and earth that the feeling of palpitations is infinitely magnified?

If the palpitations were because someone important was leaving, he would often have palpitations. It couldn't be that every time he had palpitations, someone close to him would die, right?

But aren’t the only blood relatives to him his scumbag father, his mother, and his sister Yu Jiaoyue?

He had memories of his mother since she conceived him, and he was indeed her first child.

Could it be that... the scumbag dad is not his biological father?

But even so, even if his biological father died, he should only have a palpitation once.

"Little Daoist friend Xiang Wan."

A clear young boy's voice came from the house next to him, breaking Yu Xiangwan's thoughts.