Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

The sudden collision made Fu Zhou gasp, raising his hand but not daring to touch her, his voice hoarse: "Second...Second Miss, are you alright...?"

"boom--"

Another deafening clap of thunder shook the heavens, and Fang Yu instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her head tightly against his chest.

After the thunder, it was quiet, except for the sound of rain outside.

"Thump thump!..."

The rapid pounding of her heart brought Fang Xin back to her senses, which had been scattered by the thunder. The touch of her palm was both cold and hot.

"Second Miss, the thunder... the thunder has stopped," Fujue's voice whispered above her.

Fang Xin felt that the skin against her cheek was a bit rough. She subconsciously reached out and touched it. The first thing she touched was a long and hard scar, and then she felt that his skin was burning hot.

In the darkness, her cheeks were burning hot, like they were on fire. She jumped back and put her hands behind her back, saying, "I'm... I'm sorry, my mother asked me to bring you a blanket. I have to go now."

She had clearly forgotten that the blanket was at her feet. In her haste to run, she tripped over the blanket and fell, instinctively letting out a cry of surprise.

Just as she was about to land, a strong arm wrapped around her slender waist and pulled her into its embrace.

"Second Miss, are you alright?" Fu Ju's question this time was relatively normal.

Fang Xin placed her hands precisely on his chest, her already burning cheeks burning even hotter. She immediately withdrew her hands and said in a reproachful tone, "Why didn't you turn on the light when you took a shower?"

"I..." Fu Zhou was about to speak when Fang Xin stepped back and walked forward, not forgetting to say, "Remember to turn on the light next time, and pick up the blanket yourself."

Fang Xin ran back to her room, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. She patted her chest hard, but it was no use.

Thinking about what had just happened, she felt her face burning, so she quickly drank some water to soothe it and then washed her face with cold water.

Fang Yu, who was standing at the door, watched her for a while. She had just arrived and felt that Fang Xin's behavior was a bit abnormal.

"Xin'er, why is your face so red? Did the lightning just now scare you?"

Just as Fang Yu finished asking her question, Madam Li came over, her eyes full of concern as she looked at her.

Speaking of lightning, she recalled the scene she had just witnessed and the moment she bumped into Fuju's arms. She quickly shook her head: "No, it's just that the room is a bit stuffy, and I'm so sleepy. Mother, sister, you should go back to sleep too."

She hurriedly pushed the two of them out and closed the door behind her.

That night, she lay in bed unable to sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could see in her mind was Fuzhou's image.

At the same time, Fuju is also like that, especially when she is panicked, like a frightened little rabbit, it is hard for people not to want to protect her.

Fang Yu, on the other hand, fell asleep smoothly, but she dreamed of Xiao Jingqi.

"Lord Xiao, why are you running?"

In her dream, she saw Xiao Jingqi's figure running towards her in the thick fog from afar. Only when he got closer did she see that there was a dagger stuck deep in his chest.

"Yu'er, run!"

After saying this, Xiao Jingqi collapsed into her arms and died.

"Lord Xiao!"

"Xiao Jingqi!..."

Fang Yu woke up with a start, sat up in bed, and the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Fang Xin, who was staring at her blankly with big dark circles under her eyes.

Before she could even recall what happened in her dream, she immediately grabbed Fang Xin and asked, "Xin'er, what happened to your eyes?"

Fang Xin looked exhausted, yawned, and sat down lazily: "Sister, did you dream about Lord Xiao? And you dreamed that he died?"

Fang Yu asked in surprise, "Xin'er, how did you know?"

Fang Xin weakly lifted her eyelids: "You kept shouting, 'Lord Xiao, don't die, don't die!'"

She opened her eyes again and asked seriously, "Is Lord Xiao really dead?"

"..." Fang Yu pursed her lips and changed the subject: "It was just a dream, but what's wrong with your eyes?"

Returning to her own situation, Fang Xin lowered her eyelashes and made an excuse: "The thunder was too loud last night, I didn't sleep well and this is why."

Fang Yu got up and took a sachet from the dressing table drawer and gave it to her: "If you want to sleep later, put this by your pillow, it will help you sleep better."

It rained for half the night, and the courtyard paved with blue bricks was very clean, although the water in the pond had accumulated quite a bit.

Fang Yu rolled up her skirt, took off her shoes, went into the pool, took out the lotus seeds she had prepared in her space, bent down and buried them in the mud.

Fang Xin came out and saw the person in the pool. She said, "Last night's rain was really timely. Now we don't have to go to the river to fetch water. Let me help you!"

"Don't move!" Fang Yu, his hands covered in mud, stopped her. "I'll be done soon. Go and prepare the bear meat. We'll make mooncakes later."

Upon hearing the mention of cooking, Fang Xin immediately beamed with joy: "Okay, then hurry up, sis."

Fang Yu had just finished sowing the lotus seeds she had prepared when there was a sudden knock on the courtyard gate. Fu Zhou, who was doing something by the courtyard, turned around and disappeared in a flash.

Fang Yu went barefoot out of the pool to open the door, and was almost startled when she opened it. There were three people standing at the door. It was Uncle Liu with two other people who had dug up all the persimmon trees.

The three men were covered in mud, their clothes were wet in patches, and it was clear they had gone up the mountain early in the morning and were soaked by the rain.

Uncle Liu smiled and said, "It rained last night, so the persimmon trees are easier to plant. We'll dig them up for you this morning and plant them for you."

Fang Yulian stepped back from the door and opened the courtyard gate: "Then come in, thank you for your trouble, Uncle Liu."

"You silly girl, don't be so polite. It's just a small matter."

Hearing the commotion in the courtyard, Li came out of the house and was somewhat surprised to see the people in the courtyard, because it was so early.

"Uncle Liu, I'm sorry to have troubled you."

Uncle Liu, who was digging, turned around and said, "Oh, stop with the polite words, it'll be done soon."

Fang Yu went to the backyard and wrapped the pieces of bear meat that Fang Xin had just cut out in oil paper. She would give them to Uncle Liu and the other two after they finished planting the persimmon trees.

“Sister Yu, this is too valuable, we can’t accept it. Besides, we’re not working for free, you’ve already paid us. We really can’t accept this.”

Uncle Liu quickly refused, and the two people behind him also waved their hands in refusal.

Fang Yu insisted on giving it to Uncle Liu, saying, "This stuff isn't worth much. We still have a lot left to eat. You can just take it back and add it to your meal. Uncle Liu, you must accept it."

The hems of their clothes and the cuffs of their trousers were still wet, not to mention their shoes, which were completely submerged in mud and could no longer be seen.

This little bit of food is nothing special to Fang Yu; it's just a dish on the table.

Uncle Liu still refused to accept the money, so Fang Yu continued, "After the Mid-Autumn Festival, I will inevitably have to trouble Uncle Liu again with the house-raising ceremony for my new house. I will also have other things to do afterward, so please don't be so polite."