I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"Fan Zhiyi, Fan Zhiyi, Fan Zhiyi, Fan~Zhi~Yi~"

Fan Zhiyi stared blankly at his surroundings. Behind him was a grove of osmanthus trees, and under his feet was a lawn. It was a sunny day, and everything seemed pleasant and relaxing.

Fan Zhiyi looked at his hands. They felt like his own, yet they didn't. He looked up again and saw a pretty young girl standing opposite him, holding a bunch of osmanthus flowers.

The girl's hair, mixed with the hem of her clothes, was lifted by the wind like butterflies fluttering freely. She pouted in dissatisfaction: "Honestly, you promised to find me a good place, how could you forget about me in the blink of an eye? You're so unreliable."

"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi was a little confused about what was going on. Could it be that they were still in the illusion of the Fusang God? But the feeling here was so comfortable and warm, completely different from the feeling in the world of the Fusang God.

Seeing Fan Zhiyi's dazed look, the girl couldn't help but chuckle: "Never mind, it's understandable. Fan Zhiyi, I've been safe and sound all this time, and I've been very happy. Besides, Master Jinwu is really amazing!" The girl's eyes were bright, and as she spoke, she shoved all the osmanthus branches she was holding into Fan Zhiyi's arms. When Fan Zhiyi didn't take them, she impatiently snuggled into his chest, "Silly boy."

Fan Zhiyi looked at the osmanthus blossoms in his arms and instinctively clutched them. How could he possibly touch them and even smell their fragrance?

The girl opened her arms and gave Fan Zhiyi a big hug: "By the way, how are things going between you and that Bing Nandong?"

"what?"

"What? Aren't you two going to become Daoist partners? They say fate is a mysterious thing, and now I'm starting to understand it too. But it's such a pity I can't come to your wedding." A-Yu rested her head on Fan Zhiyi's shoulder. "Fan Zhiyi, it's time, I have to go. You and Bing Nandong take good care of yourselves. And don't forget this time, my name is A-Yu, and you like to call me Little Fish."

A Yu's figure slowly began to fade from her feet into nothingness. Fan Zhiyi felt a void and suffocation in his heart. He subconsciously reached out to try to hold her back. He felt that he should say something, but he didn't know what to say.

But when A-Yu said she was leaving, after the pain of parting subsided, Fan Zhiyi was genuinely happy for her, so happy that he shed tears.

Fan Zhiyi woke up, wiped his face with his sleeve, and realized that he had indeed cried.

It was already dark outside, and he slept for who knows how long.

He was no longer sleepy, so he sat up and murmured, "Little fish." He looked at his hand, but there was nothing there; not even a trace of the scent of osmanthus had left him from his dream.

Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt a pang of regret and loss. He decided to take a walk, so he set up a barrier around the entire courtyard to prevent Tianyun Sect from launching a sneak attack on Bing Nandong while he was away. Only after doing all this did he begin to wander aimlessly.

The Tianyun Sect was much more pleasant to look at at night, quiet and peaceful, with not a single person in sight except for the patrolling disciples.

Whether it was fate or something that Fan Zhiyi had always had in mind, when he came to his senses, he found himself standing outside the small courtyard that Bing Nandong had brought him to once before, the same courtyard where Bing Nandong and Cen Jun's brother had once lived.

He hesitated for a moment but still chose to push open the door and go in. The first thing he saw was the recliner, and then he saw the kitten's grave.

Everything was pitch black at night, including memories, shrouded in dust, but Fan Zhiyi didn't find it scary.

The cultivator's eyesight was good, so there was no need to worry about him falling. He walked to the right and reached the room. Although it was impolite, Fan Zhiyi still opened the door, went in, and lit the candlestick, discovering that the candle could still burn. He walked around, looking at the dusty room, feeling completely unfamiliar with it, and had no recollection of it whatsoever.

He saw the bookshelf piled high with books, covered in cobwebs and dust, and then he saw the three bouquets of flowers on the table: two bouquets of osmanthus and one bouquet of white flowers. The owner of the room must have loved these three bouquets very much and had even used magic to preserve them.

For some reason, Fan Zhiyi was certain that one of the bunches of osmanthus flowers was given to him by the girl named A Yu. So who gave him the other two bunches?

Perhaps because there was too much dust in the room, and because it hadn't been ventilated for a long time, Fan Zhiyi felt stuffy. The moment he opened the window, he saw that the window of the opposite room was also open, and the lights there had been turned on at some point. Bing Nandong, with his hair tied up high, was standing in front of the window looking at him.

Fan Zhiyi's fingers trembled as he pushed open the window, a guilty feeling creeping over him, like he'd been caught doing something wrong. He pursed his lips, unsure what to say, but just staring blankly was too strange, especially since he'd said those things that afternoon and then suddenly appeared in someone else's yard that evening. Besides, Bing Nandong must have arrived earlier than him; what was he doing standing there silently?

Fan Zhiyi chuckled dryly, "The moonlight is truly beautiful tonight. I've scouted around and found this to be the best spot for moon viewing." As he finished speaking, he tilted his head back, and his smile froze on his face.

Damn it, there's no moon tonight!

Bing Nandong nimbly flipped through the window and walked towards Fan Zhiyi. Seeing how intently Bing Nandong was locking onto him, Fan Zhiyi had an urge to run away, but he firmly pressed down on the edge of the table, preventing himself from fleeing, otherwise it would have been too embarrassing.

"This disciple thought to check if there was anything else I needed to take with me, and also to stay here for the night," Bing Nandong explained. "Master, there's no need to worry. If I encounter any danger, this disciple will inform you by voice."

Bing Nandong cut off Fan Zhiyi's attempt to reprimand him for leaving the snow mountain without permission, leaving Fan Zhiyi at a loss for words. Bing Nandong was happy to give him a way out: "Is Master unable to sleep because he is worried about Cen Jun?"

"Yes." Actually, no. Fan Zhiyi had used his mind to probe Cen Jun's location and found that he was still in Tianyun Sect. Although he was worried, he wasn't so worried that he couldn't sleep. Besides, if something really happened to the male lead, the system, that is, the Heavenly Dao, would be more anxious than him. "Why don't you light a lamp?"

"Why do we need to turn on the light when we sleep?" Bing Nandong asked rhetorically.

That makes perfect sense, discharge him!

Fan Zhiyi looked at the kitten's grave: "It's such a disservice to bury it here."

"Yes, but it doesn't know anything. It loves to lie on that recliner, basking in the sun and waiting for its owner to come home. For it, being with its owner is the greatest happiness."

The conversation suddenly turned somber. Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, about to offer some words of comfort, when Bing Nandong pointed to the white flower and said, "This is a gift I gave him. Does Master know what this flower means?"

Fan Zhiyi obediently shut up and shook his head.