I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"You're dreaming!" The girl forcefully pressed the crumpled drawing paper she was holding into Qian Hu's arms. "You painted these too?"

"I drew it." Qian Hu admitted it without any difficulty.

The painting depicted Yue Tang in revealing clothing. Qian Hu stared at the painting with a smile on his lips, and said flippantly, "Isn't it quite a beautiful painting? Miss Yue, is there anything you're not satisfied with?"

"You...you..." Yue Tang's eyes reddened from Qian Hu's shamelessness, and the anger in her eyes turned into tears. "Go and tell them, go and tell them that all of this is fake, that you did it all, that I didn't do any of those things..."

Qian Hu stared at the weeping Yue Tang for a long time, then suddenly said impatiently, "Miss Yue, why should I tell them these things? Besides, you said it yourself, even your own family doesn't believe you now, so what can I possibly say with just my words? Miss Yue, why don't you think about what to do next, and consider my suggestion? I'll be here waiting for Miss Yue to come again."

"You're dreaming! I'd rather die than let you have your way! Qian Hu, someone like you will be punished by heaven!"

"Divine retribution? Miss Yue is too naive. Instead of thinking about such unrealistic things, you should consider more practical matters."

Yue Tang wiped away her unstoppable tears, staring resentfully at Qian Hu as if she wanted to brand his image into her bones. Without wasting any more words with him, she ran away.

Qian Hu smiled, his hands behind his back, enjoying Yue Tang's disheveled and trembling appearance, his face full of a confident smile.

Yue Tang was both angry and anxious; she didn't know where she was going.

She had been to the Immortal's Office, but she was alone and powerless. In addition, the Qian family and Qian Hu had a good reputation in the area, so none of the immortals were willing to believe her and drove her out before she could finish speaking.

"Look, isn't this Miss Yue?" someone suddenly said.

"I had no idea. She acts so arrogant on the surface, but actually... tsk tsk."

Hearing these comments felt like a needle piercing her heart. She covered her face with her sleeve, lowered her head, and ran away quickly.

But more and more of those people came, pressuring her and chasing after her.

Yue Tang ran to the lakeside, but the people wouldn't let her go and chased her onto the bridge.

Yue Tang's tears seemed to have formed a lake. Her makeup and hair were disheveled, and her face was full of panic and fear, like a fawn being chased by a hunter, powerless to resist.

She was cornered and loudly protested that it wasn't true, that she hadn't done anything, but her voice was so soft that it was drowned out by the others.

Don't jump.

Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, this feeling of powerlessness that he couldn't change anything made him feel so useless, and his heart felt like it was being squeezed and was so painful that it went numb.

The next second, the girl's figure fell into the lake like a broken flower branch, without even making a ripple.

The noise of the crowd stopped, everything fell silent, and only a deep sense of despair engulfed everything.

Suddenly, someone laughed: "It would be better if she were dead. If I were her, I would have died immediately when things were exposed, so that things wouldn't have come to this and brought shame to the family."

Don't jump, stay alive!

Fan Zhiyi muttered to himself, "Why let that kind of person live in the world while I choose to die? Why choose such an extreme way? Only by living can there be hope, only by living can I clear my name."

Fan Zhiyi couldn't tell what the warmth in his eyes was. Looking up at the bridge, he suddenly saw that terrified girl again, so pitiful. How could those people remain indifferent?

The next second, Fan Zhiyi blinked, and the scene before him became blurry again. He seemed to have sunk to the bottom of the water, or perhaps he had never swum up and had already drowned in the river.

Yes, she didn't struggle; she died in the lake carrying everyone's expectations.

Fan Zhiyi's eyes became utterly empty, like a stagnant pool of water. He heard someone calling her name: "Yue Tang, Yue Tang..."

From a very distant place, it grabbed his soul, choked his throat, and without explanation or regard for his will, dragged him and his limbs upwards like a puppet on strings.

The force was immense, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't struggle. His hands and feet ached from being pulled so hard. He could only flail his limbs, trying to break free from this invisible restraint, but he was still pulled out of the water and saw Qian Hu, who was overjoyed, on the shore: "A-Tang, A-Tang, you're finally back!"

The man with the black hood beside him laughed and said, "Congratulations, young master, on getting what you want. However, Miss Yue has been dead for a long time, and her spirit has been greatly depleted. She is only holding on by her resentment. Now that she has been summoned back from another world to appear in human form, I'm afraid she won't be able to maintain her form for long."

"I don't care, I want her to stay by my side forever, I want her!"

The man in black laughed and drew a cut on Qian Hu's hand. The blood dripped into the magic circle on the ground and was absorbed. Yue Tang let out a painful scream, but no one paid attention. Only Qian Hu's laughter remained.

The man in black said, "Now, as you entrusted, we have connected her with you. She will absorb your life force to nourish herself for a period of time. At present, it is not suitable for Miss Yue to be moved back to the Qian residence, so let her be nurtured near this lake for now. When the time is right, we can seal her in the Qian residence and keep her by your side, so that she can never leave again."

"Okay, okay, hurry, hurry!" Qian suddenly looked at Yue Tang, his eyes flashing with a crazy light.

The immense lamentation from the soul sent chills down Fan Zhiyi's spine. He only knew that the next moment, his soul lost consciousness and returned to calm.

He heard Qian Hu's panicked voice: "Immortal Master, Immortal Master! What happened to her? How did she disappear?"

"Don't panic, the intervals between appearances will gradually increase in the future."

……

The sound of falling into the water made Fan Zhiyi close his eyes tightly. When he opened them again, he found that he was still seeing the bridge.

Fan Zhiyi's anger caused a huge uproar. Qian Hu, that bastard, that beast!

He felt a brief lack of oxygen to his brain due to anger, and was unable to think anymore. He wanted to kill Qian Hu.

"Help me kill him! Kill him with me!"

"Okay!" Fan Zhiyi replied, unaware of his increasingly pale complexion and unsteady gait.

His mind was foggy. He broke off a willow branch and slashed his arm, drawing a long trail of blood. As the blood trickled down, the pain brought Fan Zhiyi back to his senses. Looking at his bleeding arm, he cried out in alarm, "Damn it, damn it, I'm doomed! Why is it this hand again? Why is the cut so long again? Are there a lot of ghosts around here?"

Fan Zhiyi looked around, tucked his soaked hair behind his ears to avoid obstructing his vision, then hastily wiped the blood off his hands with his clothes and began running towards Qian Hu's residence.