Baby, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you to the heavens and the seas!

The blue bricks and tiles built by farmers always exude a rustic charm. Although they filter the same moonlight from the same world, they can press and imbue the moonlight onto people, making it impossible to fade away.

Wearing a pale yellow dress and a pink silk shawl, Gui Ningzhi danced gracefully.

In the moonlight filtering through the dilapidated blue tiles and the sense of isolation, she was like a yellow butterfly in the valley of southern Xinjiang in March, so free and unrestrained, freely carrying her beloved fallen petals home.

Qianqian, her body limp, reached out thoughtfully to grasp the yellow butterfly dancing in the moonlight, only to find it too far away.

Gui Ning'an looked at Luo Gongzi's heartbroken expression, and saw him reaching out to touch her younger sister Huan Ying's wounded state, completely bewildered. Suddenly, she felt a surge of anger.

"Do you still dare to look at other women? I'm asking you, do you still dare to look at other women? Do you still dare?!" Gui Ning'an swung the pillows on the bed, acting very domineeringly!

Qianqian quickly withdrew her hand, then stared dumbfounded at Gui Ning'an's outrageous behavior. She could only express her shock using English history:

"What are you?"

"You know No Know Who are you?"

"Gui Ning'an, it's because your pillow is stained with Young Master Luo's scent; so you pretended to be angry; but in reality, you were just inhaling the lingering fragrance of Young Master Luo, weren't you?!"

"Hahaha~!! Gui Ning'an, you must be secretly thrilled right now."

"No one knows a brother better than his sister, I understand you!!"

"Because, haha, because when His Highness the Crown Prince threw my sachet, I also pretended to be very aggrieved and angry in front of outsiders!"

"Actually, hehehe, I fall asleep every night smelling the sachet because it retains His Highness the Crown Prince's scent!"

Gui Ningzhi clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she rolled on the ground, completely lacking the demeanor of a noble lady from the capital.

Gui Ning'an looked at his younger sister, who had somehow become clever, and roared with a fierce, masculine air, "Gui Ningzhi, who? Who told you that's what I think?!"

"I can't be bothered with you! You perverted freak!"

Gui Ning'an secretly stuffed a pillow that Young Master Luo had used into her sleeve, then, extremely angry and furious, she walked out of the room with a gleeful swirl of her tail.

"Kid, you're absolutely amazing!!"

"Your whole family are perverts, and you're still laughing so happily."

Qianqianluo watched as Gui Ning'an secretly took her drool-soaked pillow, then looked at Gui Ningzhi on the ground, who, despite her young age, had already cultivated a congenitally sickly holy body. She couldn't help but rub her forehead and smile bitterly.

Gui Ningzhi looked at Qianqianluo, who was lying on the bed with a heartbroken expression, and immediately got up, straightened her posture, and walked towards the heartbroken young master Luo.

"Young Master Luo, please don't be afraid; I only act crazy when I'm too happy, I'm not usually like this!" Gui Ningzhi explained, sounding aggrieved.

Once upon a time, Qianqianluo had also cultivated a congenitally sickly holy body, but she dared not reveal her strength because she had no one to assist her.

"Child, come here, I have something to ask you!" Qianqianluo spoke in the tone of an elder, patting the bed and gesturing for her fellow cultivator to come over.

Knowing she was in the wrong, Gui Ningzhi smacked her lips and, with tears in her eyes, plopped down in the spot designated by Young Master Luo.

"Is it because the Crown Prince has always been cold to you and rejected you that you felt good about it and pursued him?" Qianqianluo asked cryptically, biting her ear.

"Young Master Luo, how...how did you know?"

"So this feeling is called 'feeling good,' and I really do feel good; but, but my father and brother both say I'm sick, and they've called a lot of doctors to see me!!"

Gui Ningzhi said indignantly, expressing utter contempt for those who didn't understand this feeling.

“Miss Gui, this is not an illness!!!” Qianqianluo stroked her chin and spoke slowly.

"Really? Then, Young Master Luo, what exactly is this thing called?!"

Amidst Gui Ningzhi's eager and admiring expression, Qianqianluo suddenly felt a strange force supporting her as she stood up on the bed.

"You have the original pathogen of love-struck brain + simp + adoration syndrome, commonly known as the born simp saint!"

"What? Young Master Luo, what do you mean by that?!" Gui Ningzhi blinked, trying to understand.

"Haha, it's nothing! I just wanted to say that this is normal, and it's also a form of love (normal love is certainly important, but distorted love is truly fascinating!)"

"Really! Ouch~!!!" Gui Ningzhi yawned, listening in a daze.

"Miss Gui, you should go and rest! Come, let me help you!"

"No, no, no!! Young Master Luo, you are still injured, Ningzhi can go by herself!" Gui Ningzhi quickly said, and ran out of the room.

"Haha, this kid is really full of energy!" Qianqianluo awkwardly withdrew her outstretched hand, silently praising him in her heart.

As Qianqian's oil lamp went out, Gui Ning'an, who was lying on her side in her hut next door, also extinguished her oil lamp.

Gui Ning'an, resting her head on the pillow that exuded the ethereal aura of Young Master Luo, declared with absolute certainty: "A mere few days in Wuzhou, and I'll have Young Master Luo in no time!"

The pillow she used was the one the young master had used, the bed she slept on next to his, even the time they turned off the lights were so consistent.

It's a sure thing; they're destined to be together.

Gui Ning'an smiled sweetly, even laughing so hard in her sleep that she coughed and sneezed.

The noise kept Qianqian awake all night, and the next day she had dark circles under her eyes.

"Young Master Luo, is your back hurting again? You look so pale!" Old Jia, carrying breakfast, looked at Qianqian Luo's dark circles under her eyes with a puzzled expression.

"Haha, no, I'm much better now thanks to the medicine that Young Master Gui and Miss Gui brought from the capital!" Qianqianluo reached out her hand and pretended to accept the breakfast that her benefactors brought her.

"Hiss~≈!!" The tearing sensation in her back made her gasp in pain, and cold sweat poured down her back.

"Ouch! Young Master Luo, be careful! Don't, don't hurt yourself again!!" After stabilizing the breakfast, Old Jia hurriedly went to support Qianqian Luo, who had fallen heavily off the bed in pain.

"No, it's alright...!!!"

……

After spending half a month recuperating in Wuzhou and fully recovering from her injuries, Qianqianluo and Gui Ning'an set off on horseback, galloping swiftly through the mountains and fields.

Old Jiatou drove a horse-drawn carriage, carrying Gui Ningzhi.

"Brother, Young Master Luo, please slow down!!"

"Haha, Miss Gui, it's alright! This old man will immediately spur his horse and catch up!"

"Giddy up! Giddy up! Giddy up!!"

Old Jia skillfully tamed the horse, and in no time he caught up with Gui Ning'an and Qian Qianluo.

"Hehehehe ≈!! Gui Ning'an, I caught up with you~ Aren't you angry!!" As the carriage passed by the two of them, Gui Ningzhi poked her head out from behind the curtain and made a childish face at her brother.

"Hahaha, Zhi'er, you're so cute??? You're like a big idiot!" Gui Ning'an gave a thumbs up and showered her with praise.

Old Jia: "..."

Qianqianluo: "..."

Where wildflowers bloom in profusion, the bones of a loyal minister who dedicated his life to seeking peace and security for the nation are buried, while countless young men, captivated by the beauty of nature and the tenderness of spring, are welcomed.

"Grand Tutor, you did not live a fulfilling life...!!!"

"Grand Tutor, may you find two or three kindred spirits on your journey to the Yellow Springs... Grand Tutor, in truth, Luo'er has no great ambitions, Luo'er wishes to avoid...!"

On the deserted old hilltop in Wuzhou, banners and paper money fluttered in the air, and incense had burned out.

Qianqianluo and her friends who came to Wuzhou together held incense, erected a monument, burned paper money, and chanted scriptures to guide the souls of the dead and build bridges for the lonely spirits.