I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

There were no lights in the courtyard, and Fan Zhiyi's eyes felt a little uncomfortable, so he blinked and asked, "Have you gone to see a doctor about your injury?"

Those who participated in the competition were all top-notch. Just take Qin Qianchi from last time. Although, according to Zhuang Yujing, Bing Nandong had a purpose in the early stages and did not use his full strength, he still suffered internal injuries when he used his ultimate move. Therefore, Fan Zhiyi himself did not believe that Bing Nandong would win first place so easily this time.

“Yes, that’s why I just got back.” Bing Nandong’s eyes were fixed on Fan Zhiyi. “You were waiting for me.”

Not a question, but an affirmation.

Fan Zhiyi placed Xiao Hei in his arms, then picked up the stool with one hand. Bing Nandong took it naturally, stroked Xiao Hei's fur, and stepped forward to take the stool that Fan Zhiyi was carrying.

Fan Zhiyi raised his hand to avoid it: "Don't, I remember your hand is still injured."

"It's nothing." Bing Nandong still wanted to take it, and Fan Zhiyi couldn't refuse him. Thinking that the stool wasn't very heavy, he gave it to him and then put his hands behind his back, his fingers curling up unnaturally.

Bing Nandong glanced at him, then suddenly asked, "Have you eaten?"

"No, no." Fan Zhiyi didn't know where his temper came from. Logically speaking, he should be happy that Bing Nandong had returned safely, but he was still very unhappy.

Bing Nandong glanced at him again: "What do you want to eat?"

"casual."

“Didn’t we say a few days ago that we would go to Zuixianglou again after the competition? You seem to really like the food there.” Bing Nandong carefully chose his words. He remembered that Fan Zhiyi had eaten very happily last time, his cheeks were stuffed full like a squirrel.

"Oh." Angry as he was, he couldn't let food get the better of him. Fan Zhiyi thought for a moment and said, "If we're going to eat, let's go at noon. We can eat a lot and make you collapse from hunger."

"can."

This unusual behavior and gentle words made Fan Zhiyi wonder if this guy was trying to please him. Come on, this is Bing Nandong! When they first met, although he liked the original owner of this body, he still had to pretend to hate the man. The contrast between now and then is too great.

Fan Zhiyi tapped the back of his hand with the fingertips behind his back, then thought about it and realized he wasn't really angry, so he said, "Well, actually I just ate, what about you?"

"No, I went straight to the clinic after the competition." Bing Nandong's tone remained unchanged.

"What would you like to eat?" Fan Zhiyi was too embarrassed to tell Bing Nandong about the leftovers. He had actually eaten quite a lot that night. The mixed rice was very delicious. When Fan Zhiyi used to live alone, he liked to eat mixed vegetable rice.

After all, they had just returned from a competition and were exhausted from physical labor. Fan Zhiyi thought that Bing Nandong could at least prepare some food for himself, since there were fresh vegetables available.

"Either is fine." Bing Nandong's answer was concise. He placed the stool in front of the recliner that Fan Zhiyi usually liked, which Fan Zhiyi used to lie down and put his feet up.

"Whatever, it's up to you then." Fan Zhiyi watched Bing Nandong finish all this, and thinking of the original owner's confused thoughts, he said, "I found some... um medicine bottles in the room, but I don't remember anything about them, so I'd like to ask you to help me identify them."

Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi and said, "Okay."

"Then come with me to my room and take a look," Fan Zhiyi then probed. "Besides that, I also found a note I made inviting someone to the cliff behind the bamboo forest. Do you know who I invited back then?"

Bing Nandong didn't speak. Fan Zhiyi stopped and turned around to look at him. Although he couldn't see clearly, Fan Zhiyi didn't look away. He had heard that if the other person had something to hide, looking directly at him like that would make them feel guilty and thus tell the truth.

However, as Fan Zhiyi had anticipated, Bing Nandong was a person with extremely strong mental fortitude. Even though Fan Zhiyi's eyes were almost dry from staring, Bing Nandong did not react. He even pointed out that it was a bit silly for Fan Zhiyi to stare at him with wide eyes and without moving, so he reached out and covered Fan Zhiyi's eyes.

“It’s me,” Bing Nandong replied.

Just as Fan Zhiyi had thought, the original owner had indeed made an appointment with Bing Nandong: "So what exactly happened back then?" Fan Zhiyi pretended to be fierce, "Don't try to fool me, I actually already have evidence that I know what happened back then, I just came to you to verify and confirm it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fan Zhiyi heard Bing Nandong chuckle, lower his hand to let Fan Zhiyi's vision return to normal, and then ruffle Fan Zhiyi's hair: "I don't remember much, he probably just said something ordinary."

Bing Nandong walked past Fan Zhiyi toward his room. Fan Zhiyi was still standing there, looking dazed. He reached out and touched his head, then realized what was happening: "Don't touch my head just because you're taller than me!"

He's still in puberty, he'll keep growing! Maybe he'll even be taller than Bing Nan Dong later on!

Fan Zhiyi's height in the real world is what a boy should be, and his current height is slightly shorter than that in the real world, but it is still acceptable.

As Bing Nandong listened to the accusations behind him, he looked down at his palm. The tingling sensation of Fan Zhiyi's eyelashes brushing against his palm, and the softness of his hair, were all clearly conveyed to him through his skin.

It felt like his heart was being gently poked, a sensation he had never experienced before. Bing Nandong couldn't explain it, but being near Fan Zhiyi would temporarily alleviate the symptoms before they would indeed recur with even greater severity.

Bing Nandong understood the name of this "illness" and how to solve it, but he had a heavy responsibility to the Ghost Gate. Before everything was clear and the follow-up preparations were completed, he could not drag someone who had nothing to do with this matter into the mess.

He hoped he would get better. This thought was especially strong today when Bingnan thought he couldn't hold on any longer; it was his only, somewhat selfish, thought.

Bing Nandong stopped at Fan Zhiyi's door. Fan Zhiyi opened the door and invited him in, but Bing Nandong didn't move. So Fan Zhiyi thought about how the original owner disliked Bing Nandong, and decided that if he wouldn't come in, he wouldn't. He then huffed and puffed as he carried the metal box over, held it up, and said impatiently, "Quick, take a look at what's in these bottles." After saying that, Fan Zhiyi quickly pulled his hand back, "No, no, you need to take safety precautions first. I'm afraid these things might be dangerous."

Upon hearing this, Bing Nandong immediately reached out and picked up a bottle, enveloping it with his spiritual power. He then opened the bottle cap, sniffed it, and without saying a word, picked up several other bottles and repeated the process. He didn't look at the remaining bottles.