He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

"Why belittle yourself?" Qu Yi said. "Your father is very strong, and you won't be any less so."

"...Thank you for your comfort."

His mother had said the same thing to him before.

"This isn't meant to comfort you. Let me introduce myself. I am your oath spirit, Qu Yi."

The woman's words struck Fang Tinglan like a thunderbolt, leaving her frozen in place, mouth agape, unable to utter a sound for a long while before she finally managed to regain her voice:

"You are... my sworn spirit?"

He nodded knowingly.

Fang Tinglan couldn't believe it:

"How is this possible?! Family records all state that the sworn spirits are spirit beasts, how could it be a human?!"

Qu Yi: "So you're very strong."

"........."

Is he strong because his sworn spirit is in human form?

The room fell silent. Fang Tinglan's expression changed repeatedly. Qu Yi watched him with great interest as he changed his expression. He was only 16 years old and inexperienced in the ways of the world. Everything was written on his face. Compared to his hypocritical nature in the previous world, he was much more innocent now.

"you……"

Fang Tinglan slightly raised her eyes: "Then why didn't you show up before?"

"Insufficient power; can only maintain human form occasionally."

He fell silent again, his head lowered, the shadow cast by his thick, long eyelashes obscuring the emotions in his eyes, making him unfathomable. One could only tell from the aura emanating from him that he was not happy.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Qu Yi's voice was low and much softer.

The boy's parents had passed away a year ago. During that year, he was raised by his uncle, but neither his uncle nor aunt liked him, nor did his cousin. Without parents to confide in, he could only bottle up his grievances and vent all his resentment when he returned to this house.

Suddenly, he felt a deep connection with someone, as if he had suddenly gained a relative.

She said, "I'm sorry I'm late."

These words instantly shattered the high walls he had built around his heart.

"I have no family left, my friends don't care about me anymore, I'm all alone..."

Qu Yi held his head and gently stroked the hair at the back of his head: "It won't happen again."

I will be there.

A moment later, the boy suddenly came to his senses, his cheeks instantly burning red. The redness spread to the tips of his ears and then to his neck, and it was unclear whether the areas covered by his clothes were red.

Knowing that he had someone close to him again, the boy's mood visibly improved, and he became more lively, as if he had been brought back to life.

Fang Lin had never dared to tell his father that Fang Tinglan had fallen into the pond. His mother had said that it was fine if he didn't like Fang Tinglan, but he couldn't let him die here. If his father found out that Fang Tinglan might have had an accident, he didn't know what he would do to him.

Fang Tinglan didn't come over during lunch, and Fang Lin kept glancing at the door.

"Xiao Lin, what are you thinking about?" The woman in the white cheongsam patted his head.

"No, it's nothing."

Fang Tinglan hadn't arrived yet, and Fang Lin's mother, Zhao Xufang, was just about to send someone to call him to make a proper appearance when the doorbell rang. The maid opened the door, and there stood Fang Tinglan.

The boy was wearing a white shirt and light-colored jeans. His dark hair was a little messy, but it didn't detract from his good looks; instead, it added a touch of broken beauty.

Fang Tinglan's appearance is similar to her mother's. Her mother was a great beauty on screen and a goddess in the hearts of many. After marrying Fang Kun, she retired from the film and television industry. A year ago, the couple passed away unexpectedly. The passing of this generation's film queen has left countless people with regret and remembrance.

Fang Lin was stunned. He felt that Fang Tinglan seemed to have become a different person.