I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi lowered his eyes and pondered for a moment. He guessed that this was the male protagonist's psychological tactic. He wanted to see them break down and suffer, which was why he wrote these clues on the notes he gave them.

"Zhifan, we are the only family members here who can rely on each other. You must be careful."

Fan Zhiyi pursed his lips and said, "You too."

"I don't have long to live, I can feel it. It's exhausting to keep going with medication time and time again," said Young Master Fan.

These words left a bitter taste in one's mouth. After all, Fan Zhiyi had obtained information from him, so he said, "Don't give up hope."

"If there were another way to prolong my life, would you be willing to help me, brother?" Young Master Fan looked at Fan Zhiyi, reached out as if to grasp Fan Zhiyi's hand, and asked pleadingly.

Just as they were about to meet, a sudden and violent pull came from Fan Zhiyi's wrist. Fan Zhiyi staggered, and someone grabbed his waist. He felt a warm touch on his wrist. Bing Nandong pulled him into his arms, but his eyes were fixed on Fan Zhiyi without any emotion.

Young Master Fan's hand awkwardly froze in mid-air. Bing Nandong grabbed Fan Zhiyi and took a step back, forcing Young Master Fan to reluctantly withdraw his hand.

Bing Nandong's voice was devoid of much emotion: "Why aren't you sleeping?"

"I can't sleep," Fan Zhiyi reported truthfully. "Everyone has things to do, and it's not good for me to lie here alone."

"Then what can you do to help?" Bing Nandong asked him in return.

Fan Zhiyi: "...To cheer you on?"

"No need." Bing Nandong refused without any tact.

Fan Zhiyi was at a loss for words. He got out of Bing Nandong's arms and tried to move away, but Bing Nandong held onto his wrist tightly.

Bing Nandong asked, "What were you just saying?"

Before Fan Zhiyi could speak, Young Master Fan slowly said, "We chatted for a while about the ghosts in the house."

Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi, his expression not good: "Come with me."

It would be impolite to leave like this, so as Fan Zhiyi was being led away, he still said, "Young Master Fan, please take care."

Young Master Fan nodded, his gaze fixed on Fan Zhiyi, still smiling. But Fan Zhiyi felt that the smile was cold, and his eyes held not only chill but also jealousy and resentment.

But in the blink of an eye, everything was gone, and Young Master Fan looked perfectly normal.

Finally, small candles were lit in the room. The spot where Young Master Fan stood was backlit; perhaps the lighting was just an illusion. Fan Zhiyi thought.

Bing Nandong pulled Fan Zhiyi inside and carried a stool. He then placed the stool a short distance from the door, just a little distance from where Fan was standing. He then handed him a lantern, saying, "I've drawn a talisman on this lantern to ward off evil spirits. You can sit here with it. If you're going anywhere, just tell me first. Most importantly, you're not allowed to get close to this 'Fan' you're talking about, and you're not allowed to talk to him."

Fan Zhiyi asked Bai Bai, "Does the male lead mean he's going to spy on me?"

"He was just worried you'd get lost; the space around here is indeed quite unstable."

"Isn't this place completely under the male protagonist's control?"

"It can only be said that it is mostly controlled by the male protagonist. He emphasized to the host from the beginning that this house itself is alive."

Fan Zhiyi felt a chill run down his spine as Bing Nandong pressed him down to sit obediently on a stool. From there, he could see the busy cultivators in the courtyard, where the array for the barrier was more than half completed.

According to Bai Bai's explanation, Fan Zhiyi was more worried about Gao Da, Gao Xiao, and Xiao Man. He looked up at Bing Nandong and said, "Today is the fifth day."

"Yes, it's the fifth day."

"Do you think what's written on that note is true? Can we really leave this place if we find the ghost within seven days?"

"Will do."

"Then who do you think is the ghost?" Fan Zhiyi's voice was very soft. The lanterns that were lit up here cast a dim yellow light on his face, making the pure black environment seem bright and giving people a sense of peace for no reason.

Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi without answering immediately. His gaze fell on the small mole on the lower left corner of Fan Zhiyi's mouth, then moved to his lips, which were bathed in a soft, warm yellow light, and finally to his calm eyes.

That strange feeling still hadn't dispelled Bing Nandong's heart. Fan Zhiyi rarely had this expression, which made him feel that Fan Zhiyi was very far away from him.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know," Fan Zhiyi replied.

"I guess it's the Young Master Fan you mentioned." Bing Nandong leaned down slightly, hands on his knees, and spoke softly to him. This action brought him a lot of light, freeing him from the endless darkness.

The sachet hanging from the sword on his back fell onto Bing Nandong's shoulder, and the two were almost forehead to forehead.

Fan Zhiyi stared into his eyes, so close, yet couldn't smell the fragrance from the sachet: "Oh." She immediately asked Bai Bai, "How credible is the male lead's statement? System, can you find out who the ghost is?"

"I don't know about the male lead, and we can't find the ghost at the moment," Bai Bai answered one question after another.

"Do you know the current situation of Gaoda, Gaoxiao, and Xiaoman?"

"Host, please don't waste your time on irrelevant people."

Fan Zhiyi felt a pang of unease: "So, is it possible or not?"

His reply was a blank, emotionless electronic voice: "No."

Fan Zhiyi was still thinking with his eyes down when he was hit on the forehead with a coin. The pain made him immediately cover his forehead and then look at the culprit's face.

Bing Nandong had already straightened up and looked at him: "Don't overthink it. No matter what, I will protect you. Try to trust me."

"It's because it's you that I'm so worried," Fan Zhiyi thought, then asked Bai Bai, "Since I resemble his white moonlight so much, and the male lead treats me as a substitute, would he agree to my request now?"

Bai Bai ignored him, probably because she didn't want to waste any more words on this matter with Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi also hated himself for being so weak and powerless. Seeing that Bing Nandong was about to leave, he thought it over again and again but still couldn't help but say, "I want to go find Gao Da, Gao Xiao and Xiao Man."

There was silence for a moment. Bing Nandong just turned to look at him, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

Fan Zhiyi had been thinking about these three people the whole way, and Bing Nandong knew this. If he hadn't recognized them so late, how could they have had the chance to leave a mark on Fan Zhiyi's heart? He always knew that Fan Zhiyi was a soft-hearted person; he remembered whoever was good to him and would repay them tenfold.

"Not now, it's too dangerous outside."

"I'm worried about them."

“They’ll be alright,” Bing Nandong said, the flickering light and shadow falling into his eyes, yet appearing cold. “Look on the bright side. Besides, in this world, for those without the means to survive, living is the greatest suffering.”

"I don't have any either," Fan Zhiyi answered honestly.

"You will have it." Bing Nandong said and left, stepping back into the darkness and leaving the light without looking back.