I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi is having trouble sleeping again; this is the umpteenth time since he and Bing Nandong set their wedding date.

As the date drew closer, Fan Zhiyi grew increasingly nervous and anxious, especially tonight, because tomorrow was the day of their wedding.

But Bing Nandong… Just thinking about Bing Nandong’s composed and calm expression made Fan Zhiyi feel unconvinced.

Both of them were getting married for the first time, so why was he behaving like this, while Bing Nan Dong was so calm and even had the leisure to observe Fan Zhi Yi? When she noticed that he was nervous, she smiled smugly at him and teased him. Fan Zhi Yi could only stubbornly insist that he was absolutely not.

No, he needs to calm down too.

So during the day, Fan Zhiyi continued to laugh and joke as usual, suppressing his anxiety. But when the night was quiet, this anxiety intensified, making it impossible for him to fall asleep and leaving him feeling uncomfortable all over.

It's so annoying.

Fan Zhiyi suddenly pulled back the blanket covering his head and sat up.

Xu Qing said that the families at the foot of Tianyun Mountain do not meet before marriage because it is considered bad luck. However, Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi are so inseparable that they can't resist. So, for tonight, no matter what, Xu Qing wants them to hold back and sleep in separate rooms.

Fan Zhiyi wondered what was going on with Bing Nandong. Could it be that his calm demeanor during the day was just an act, and he was actually tossing and turning in bed? He decided to go out and check.

He quietly pushed open the door, then looked into Bing Nandong's room next door, and his face instantly fell.

The dog's room is completely dark, and he's sleeping quite well and early. He used to say he couldn't sleep at all without being held, but now his sleep quality is pretty good.

Fan Zhiyi closed his bedroom door and leaned back, gazing at the full moon. Suddenly, an idea struck him: if he couldn't sleep, he might as well do some work to expend his energy!

So Fan Zhiyi began to meditate in the courtyard, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

……

No, he can't calm down.

So he started practicing swordsmanship again.

……

No, I'm getting more and more agitated, ughhhh!

Fan Zhiyi went to the Gate of Hell to have a heart-to-heart talk with Bai Bai, but Bai Bai didn't understand his anxiety. Well, he didn't have much to say to a system that had a physical form, but Bai Bai surprisingly wished him a "Happy Wedding."

Hey, maybe he should go check if everything for the wedding tomorrow is ready.

Their wedding was not a big affair, at Fan Zhiyi's request. He was socially awkward and didn't want to deal with unfamiliar people; a gathering of close friends was enough.

This house next to the Gate of Hell was built bit by bit by Bing Nandong. The white snow, black tiles, and red plum blossoms, along with the numerous red silk ribbons with gold edges hanging down, made it exceptionally beautiful.

Fan Zhiyi set up a ladder and straightened all the red ribbons and lanterns hanging on the trees in the courtyard that had been blown askew by the wind. Then he checked whether the wedding knots were tied properly and whether the "囍" character was pasted up. After that, he fetched a bucket of water and thoroughly wiped down all the tables and chairs in the courtyard for the guests.

After doing all that, he carried the bucket into the lobby.

Strange, the lights are on.

Fan Zhiyi pushed the door open with a "bang" and saw that familiar back. He immediately called out, "Bing Nandong!"

Bing Nandong froze, frantically rummaging through his pockets for something before turning to look at Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi looked at the silver mask on his face, which covered his entire face except for his eyes.

Yes, as expected of the male lead, even wearing this, he still exudes an extraordinary aura.

But... Fan Zhiyi looked at his rolled-up sleeves and the rag on the table, smiled mischievously, and asked knowingly, "What are you doing up so late at night instead of sleeping?"

Bing Nandong also stared at the bucket of water that Fan Zhiyi was carrying: "What about you?"

"I can't sleep," Fan Zhiyi answered honestly, "so I came to clean up."

“Every corner of this yard has been cleaned.”

"No wonder I remember it snowing last night. I was wondering why there wasn't any snow in the yard. So you got up in the middle of the night to sweep the yard? Why couldn't you sleep either?"

"……Um."

Fan Zhiyi put down the bucket of water, ran over and hugged him: "Are you nervous too?"

"How could I? I just..." Bing Nandong paused, looking at Fan Zhiyi's "I knew it" expression, and reluctantly admitted, "Yes." Then, almost angrily, he pressed, "Aren't you the same?"

Hearing Bing Nandong say that, Fan Zhiyi didn't care: "I've been nervous the whole time, but tonight was the most nerve-wracking." As he spoke, he touched Bing Nandong's mask with his fingertips, "Why are you wearing it?"

"Meeting before marriage is considered bad luck."

Fan Zhiyi chuckled. He really wanted to kiss Bing Nandong, but he was wearing a mask, so he tiptoed and kissed Bing Nandong's earlobe, then hugged him tightly.

What should I do? I love it so much, I'm so excited I can't sleep at all.

So the final result was that Bing Nandong and Fan Zhiyi wiped down all the utensils in the whole room, counted all the items in the fruit plate, and played until dawn. Before the children who came to tidy up their clothes and Xu Qing arrived, the two of them went back to their room.

Fortunately, they were all cultivators with decent stamina, so they wouldn't be listless later.

He and Bing Nandong are indeed the most suitable couple in the world, what's that called again...?

A match made in heaven.