I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

It was getting late, and the women packed up to leave, not forgetting to ask Fan Zhiyi's name.

Fan Zhiyi replied with "Yizhifan," and then received the promise from the aunties to come and chat again next time. He also received a small cookie from one of the aunties. He ate it while taking Ayu back to his house.

Ah Yu was clearly still very excited: "Wow, so that's what your relationship is like! How exciting! I love it!"

"Don't find everything exciting, don't find everything likable." Fan Zhiyi smiled, knowing that it was impossible to explain further.

"Fan Zhiyi." He was having a good time with A Yu when someone called him from behind. Fan Zhiyi turned around and saw that it was He An.

"Please don't come along for now, Miss Ayu." He An stepped forward, pulled him to a nearby corner, and placed an oil paper bag in his hand.

what is this?

Fan Zhiyi opened the package and found several exquisitely shaped pastries. Zhuang Yujing had said he wouldn't give them to him, so he looked at He An, only to find that He An was somewhat awkward and wasn't looking at him.

Recalling He An's strange behavior during the day, Fan Zhiyi wondered what he was up to. Could it be that Zhuang Yujing had put some kind of itching powder or laughing pill that often appears in novels in the pastry, waiting for him to walk into the trap and exchange it for the antidote?

“Fan Zhiyi.” He An suddenly stared at him solemnly, a look that frightened Fan Zhiyi. “You are not the same as the rumors suggest, at least that’s my assessment.”

"what?"

“When I was a child, I was often beaten, ignored, and verbally abused. They bullied people without any reason. Maybe they were just in a bad mood one day, or maybe they just suddenly didn’t like you. It was at that time that the young master appeared, helped me, and kept me in Jiuwanli.”

Fan Zhiyi wasn't quite sure how things were going. Why were they suddenly having a heart-to-heart talk? Was he supposed to eat the pastry or not? Out of respect, Fan Zhiyi decided to wrap the pastry up and listen attentively to He An.

"Later, I broke through in my cultivation and gained the ability to meet those people again. I gave them a good beating, which also helped me get rid of my inner turmoil. I continued to cultivate and transformed from a poor and weak country boy into a high-ranking subordinate by the young master's side, deeply trusted by him."

"Not bad." Fan Zhiyi nodded. It was a very inspiring story.

He An's gaze was sharp. He solemnly patted Fan Zhiyi's shoulder, making Fan Zhiyi's shoulder sink: "If I can get to where I am today, you can too!"

Oh, what? What can he do?

Meeting the doubt in Fan Zhiyi's eyes, He An said excitedly, "I've thought about it for a long time and investigated a lot. I finally understand that what you are going through now is what I went through. I can't turn a blind eye! I always heard the young master say that you are very shrewd. I was even there when you came to the young master to ask him to help you kill Bing Nandong. But now, seeing you and Bing Nandong together, it's like seeing the days when the young master protected me. Although the young master and I don't have that kind of relationship, but! What I can do, you can definitely do too! Let's leave those dark days behind and let me lead you into the light!"

Fan Zhiyi: "?" He felt like he was having a bad day, having been frightened and tormented multiple times, and his little heart couldn't take it anymore.

At times like this, Fan Zhiyi would think that he should have gone with Bing Nandong back then.

"In short, I apologize for my previous attitude towards you. I will help you in the future! You also want to be someone who can stand in front of the young master and protect him, just like me, right? You also want to stop being looked down upon by others, right? You also want to finally hold your head high, right? I'll come to find you for training tomorrow morning at dawn!"

Fan Zhiyi: "..."

Fan Zhiyi: "!" How did the topic veer off in this direction?!

Fan Zhiyi's eyes widened like copper bells. No, he didn't want to, he didn't want to think about anything!

Before he could speak, He An patted him hard on the shoulder a few more times: "It really feels better to say it out loud! Zhiyi, based on my understanding of you from these few times, you're so dull. I thought about it for a long time and finally decided to follow my own judgment and feelings. I believe you are not the treacherous and sinister person in the rumors. If I'm wrong, then I was blind, and I have no regrets!"

Fan Zhiyi seemed to see the blazing flame in He An's eyes. What was that? It was Fan Zhiyi's glorious future: "I am really sorry for what happened before. So tomorrow morning at the hour of Yin, I will tell you about your transformation plan! Get some rest early tonight, and remember to sneak some pastries. Don't let the young master see you. After all, I am still a member of the Nine Thousand Miles. It would be bad for my image."

Fan Zhiyi stood there blankly, watching He An's cheerful departing figure, then looking at the pastries, feeling like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Actually, there's no need to be so empathetic and so full of fighting spirit.

A-Yu came over after He An left. Seeing Fan Zhiyi looking half-dead, she asked, "Zhiyi, what's wrong?" Then, looking at the oil paper bag in his hand, she asked, "What's this?"

"Sigh, it's a long story." Let's just stop dwelling on it. He An is a kind-hearted person.

Fan Zhiyi took out a piece of pastry and took a bite. It was a familiar taste, and he immediately felt happy: "It's a pity that you can't eat it, Xiaoyu, otherwise I would have to share it with you. You have no idea how delicious this pastry is."

"Humph."

Where will you be sleeping tonight?

“You don’t know, when you were unconscious, Bing Nandong made me guard you at the door. From morning to night, from night to morning, he said I had nothing to do anyway, so this way I could at least be of some use.” A Yu said indignantly, “I have noticed that Bing Nandong is such a handsome person, how could he have such a nasty mouth?”

“It’s like God opened a window for him, but then closed a door.” Fan Zhiyi pushed open the door and saw Bing Nandong standing by the window, idly wiping his sword.

Hearing the door open, he merely raised his eyelids lazily, glanced at Fan Zhiyi, and sheathed his sword on his back.

"Did you climb in through the window?" Fan Zhiyi asked out of the blue.

Then he witnessed Bing Nandong's long-lost look of disdain for someone mentally challenged: "Why would I climb through the window if I could walk in openly and honestly?"

"It wouldn't be good if Tianyun Sect saw this."

"Tianyun Gate is in the east, and Jiuwanli is in the west. How could you possibly see them?" As Bing Nandong approached, Fan Zhiyi noticed that the young man looked somewhat tired.

Bing Nan Dong asked, "How is the injury?"

"It's alright, but I feel a bit tired and sleepy today, but I don't want to sleep anymore after sleeping for too long."

"It's normal. Roll up your sleeves so I can see."

Fan Zhiyi rolled up his sleeves, saw Bing Nandong frowning, and then put his sleeves down: "Oh, it's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore anyway."

"Fool. Did you take your medicine tonight?"

"I'll drink it, I'll drink it." Fan Zhiyi waved his hand. "By the way, I have something to ask you. Is Xiaobao in the Tianyun Sect camp right now?"