I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

This day is Lunar New Year's Eve.

Fan Zhiyi placed three bunches of plum blossoms in front of a tombstone. Although only Nanshan lived there, Fan Zhiyi engraved the names Pumpkin, Nanshan, and Mao Mao on the tombstone.

They remain under the trees in the small courtyard where they used to live. Fan Zhiyi didn't want to disturb them, so he didn't relocate them at all, only adding a memorial tablet.

Actually, Fan Zhiyi hadn't decided whether to include Mao Mao in the group at first, but after thinking it over, he decided to do so. Now that the three of them are together, they won't get bored.

Graves are not only places where the dead are buried, but also places where the living can find solace and remembrance.

He was never a good master.

Fan Zhiyi exhaled a puff of white breath and rubbed his hands together. Although he was used to staying in the snow-capped mountains, the temperature around Tianyun Gate plummeted in winter, making people shiver.

Fan Zhiyi placed the three little red hats he had knitted on top of the tombstone. He scratched his cheek with his index finger, a little embarrassed, and said, "They're not very nice, please bear with them."

After doing all this, Fan Zhiyi headed towards home.

As the tester, Bing Nandong cannot leave the Ghost Gate.

However, he can split himself into two, so accompanying Fan Zhiyi down the mountain for a walk is not a problem. He originally wanted to come with Fan Zhiyi tonight as well, but since friends were coming over for New Year's Eve dinner, Fan Zhiyi asked Bing Nandong to stay in the kitchen.

Since returning to this world, although Bing Nandong wouldn't admit it, Fan Zhiyi noticed that he had become much more clingy. They could be together every day, every moment, and he never got tired of it. Of course, he didn't get tired of it either; they could be happy just sitting together reading stories without saying a word.

Fan Zhiyi likes the feeling of having someone always by his side, no longer having to worry about whether the other person will suddenly leave.

During the day, they went to pay respects to the original owner of this body and sent New Year's gifts to his nominal "parents" as a way of showing filial piety. However, the other party still refused to accept them, which Fan Zhiyi could understand.

He always felt guilty towards that family. If he had transmigrated into the body of someone from a poor family or without parents, it would have been fine. But this time, he was in such a good family. Fan Zhiyi felt particularly uneasy about taking over their child's body. So, after discussing it with Bing Nandong, he decided to be honest with that family.

He never complained, whether it was being beaten, scolded, cried, or chased, nor did he expect the other party to forgive him.

But while sorting through his belongings, the younger sister discovered a note left by her brother. The original owner wrote that he had a dream in which he died and was resurrected, but the body he returned to was no longer his own. Although he was unwilling, he thought that since he was already dead, his body would not be buried in the ground to rot, but could still play a role, to take care of his parents and his sister, which could be considered to make the best use of his body.

Therefore, his "parents" no longer made things difficult for Fan Zhiyi, nor did they want to see him again.

Fan Zhiyi sighed; the main system was bound to cause him trouble.

"Knowing the easy."

Fan Zhiyi looked up and saw Bing Nandong. The scarf he was wearing stood out, like a floating, burning flame, the only bright spot in the snowy night.

However, upon closer inspection, one will find that the knitting is not very good, with crooked stitches and irregular lines.

Yes, that's right, this was woven by Fan Zhiyi.

When Fan Zhiyi first had the idea to knit hats for Pumpkin and the others, Bing Nandong saw them and insisted on having one too. Fan Zhiyi could never refuse him, so the first thing he knitted was this scarf, which he gave to him.

Fan Zhiyi ran over, his nose red from the cold.

Bing Nandong hugged him tightly, cupping his face in her hands: "So cold."

"Isn't that obvious? We've been standing in this cold wind for so long." Fan Zhiyi straightened Bing Nandong's scarf. "Are you going to wear this tonight?"

"correct."

Fan Zhiyi: "...Aren't you afraid Zhuang Yujing will laugh at you? This knitting is simply...atrocious."

"No, he's very envious." Bing Nandong kissed Fan Zhiyi on the cheek, took his hand and walked back. "The tables and chairs are all set up in the courtyard, and the dishes are almost ready. My junior sister asked me to pick you up."

This mansion was redesigned by Bing Nandong. Since it's mostly just the two of them living here, although it's not very big, it exudes an aura of wealth. Bing Nandong seems to really like the opulent decorating style; it's very flashy, and Fan Zhiyi also likes this sparkly feeling.

Red plum blossoms were transplanted inside, and they looked quite beautiful against the snow.

Bing Nandong pushed open the door. Zhuang Yujing was sitting with his legs crossed, swinging them back and forth, his hands propping up his face on the table, watching He An serving dishes. Hearing the door open, he turned his face around abruptly: "Going out to pick someone up took so long." His gaze softened when he saw Fan Zhiyi. "Sit down."

Bing Nandong snorted coldly, not to be outdone: "This is my room."

"So what? Anyway, it was Zhiyi who invited us." Zhuang Yujing raised an eyebrow. As always, the two of them were locked in an invisible battle when their eyes met.

Not long after Fan Zhiyi returned, Zhuang Yujing discovered him when she came to visit Bing Nandong. Since his memories had returned, Fan Zhiyi no longer intended to hide it. He explained the situation to Zhuang Yujing, Cen Jun, and others. Zhuang Yujing then gave him a look as if she had swallowed a fly, and finally nodded with a complicated expression.

Fan Zhiyi thought to himself, "Surprisingly, he didn't erupt into a huge tantrum."

Bing Nandong's assessment was, "He's mentally ill, ignore him."

Fan Zhiyi gave Bing Nandong a deep look. Bing Nandong understood the meaning in his eyes and smiled at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi shivered. He knew that the night would not be easy.

On the contrary, Cen Jun was extremely receptive. Upon hearing this, he immediately widened his eyes and looked at Fan Zhiyi. The next second, he hugged him tightly, crying and calling him "brother," insisting on staying with Fan Zhiyi for as long as possible.

This naturally aroused Bing Nandong's dissatisfaction, but Cen Jun turned to look at Bing Nandong, thought for a moment, and asked Fan Zhiyi: "Brother, should I call my senior brother and sister-in-law, or my master's wife, or should I still call him senior brother?"

Fan Zhiyi was taken aback by the question, but Bing Nandong suddenly burst out laughing, his expression instantly brightening: "The first two are fine."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, just call him senior brother." Fan Zhiyi's face turned red. He could never compare to Bing Nandong, that shameless guy.

As his thoughts returned, Fan Zhiyi looked at the people in the courtyard and couldn't help but think that Cen Jun had left home half a year ago, and this time he must have gone to a very far place. However, he wrote back saying that he would definitely come back tonight.

Fan Zhiyi asked, "Did Lord Cen say how much longer it will take to arrive?"

"I arrived a while ago, I'm in the kitchen." He An put the dishes down.

"I'm still on my way." Zhuang Yujing stood up, his empty right sleeve swaying slightly.

Fan Zhiyi's attention was drawn, and he pursed his lips: "Haven't you found the right one yet?"

Zhuang Yujing shrugged indifferently: "No, even without my right hand, I'm still the best in the world!"

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong let out a sneer. Zhuang Yujing glared at him. He An looked at Fan Zhiyi with some helplessness and said, "The new arm that was made was delivered yesterday, but the sect leader has been in pain ever since it was put on, so it was taken off again."

“I will try to find the gentleman who fitted you with the prosthetic leg last time,” Bing Nandong suddenly said.

This time, Zhuang Yujing scoffed, "Forget it. You're in such a state that you can barely leave here, and you want to help me? Don't worry, I can handle this little thing myself."

"This is no small matter," He An corrected helplessly.