I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi felt a surge of heat rising from below, making him dizzy and hot. He felt utterly ashamed of the blunder he had caused and wished he could disappear into the ground.

He didn't know how to respond and just wanted to get away from the scene as quickly as possible.

As a result, the flower seller watched the whole thing, and with sharp eyes, he saw Bing Nandong holding the flower wreath and a mysterious smile appeared on his face: "I wish you two a long and happy marriage. Giving sacred flowers on this festival will bring you God's blessings."

Stop talking, stop talking! Fan Zhiyi was so ashamed that he grabbed Bing Nandong and ran for a while before stopping to catch his breath. He didn't know what to say to Bing Nandong for a moment.

Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi's flushed face, coughed a few times, then placed the flower wreath on Fan Zhiyi's head, turned his head away and stretched out his hand: "I can't keep the flower wreath."

Bing Nandong also felt his face getting hot and his ears burning.

Fan Zhiyi stared blankly at Bing Nandong's outstretched hand, and somehow guessed Bing Nandong's meaning so easily this time. Then he handed one of the two bouquets of flowers in his arms to Bing Nandong.

Bing Nandong grasped the flower, and Fan Zhiyi felt a tightness in his heart, as if he were holding not a flower, but his own heart.

A night breeze blew by, and both of them felt extremely hot.

Fan Zhiyi, unusually, didn't say anything more. The two of them each had a bouquet of flowers, and Fan Zhiyi even had a flower wreath on his head. He thought to himself, "Oh no, how could I have so naturally handed over the flowers?"

This is truly impossible to explain now; it's awkward.

Strange, why is my heart beating so fast? Why am I so nervous?

Fan Zhiyi had a premonition; he felt like... no way.

Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong furtively and saw him gazing at the bouquet of flowers. Then, noticing that Bing Nandong was looking at him, Fan Zhiyi quickly looked away. Suddenly, he heard Bing Nandong chuckle, a laugh that stirred his heart and made him unable to calm down.

As someone who has never been in a relationship, it's perfectly normal to have some illusions tonight with such a great atmosphere.

Bing Nandong looked at him and said, "I want to put the flowers in the room."

"Hmm, add more water and keep it fresh; it'll keep longer." Fan Zhiyi said absentmindedly.

"It can be made to never wither using spiritual power."

“Bingnan Dong, I…”

The untimely ringing of the token startled the two of them. Zhuang Yujing's voice was noticeably softer, as if she were speaking in a low voice: "Fan Zhiyi, was Bing Nandong next to you earlier? Is he still here now?"

Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong, who gently stroked the petals, seemingly quite pleased, and casually replied, "Not here."

"..."

The call was disconnected very quickly.

Young Master Zhuang, could you please call back at a more suitable time next time?

Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi, who chuckled awkwardly to cover his embarrassment, and then he realized that the atmosphere had become even more awkward.

He didn't dare look at Bing Nandong, because if he did, he would be burned by Bing Nandong's gaze, which was emanating from this atmosphere. It would make his heart tremble, feel hot, and make him very uneasy.

This panic stems from the fear of uncertainty.

Fan Zhiyi didn't know what he was afraid of, nor what he was looking forward to.

The rest of the day was spent back in the courtyard. Bing Nandong smiled and said goodnight to him. The boy's eyes were curved, like a handful of moonlight, which shone only on Fan Zhiyi.

Fan Zhiyi practically fled in panic, unaware that Bing Nandong was watching him from behind, her smile radiant with sweetness. Perhaps even he himself didn't realize it, but he inexplicably felt happy just looking at Fan Zhiyi, so he wanted to stay happy like this forever and was reluctant to part.

Stimulated by what he experienced today, Bing Nandong accepted Fan Zhiyi's flowers, which also helped him to sort out his long-standing, chaotic thoughts.

But regarding his responsibility to the Ghost Gate, his own future was already uncertain, and he couldn't...

Perhaps liking someone is something that makes people hesitate, and Bing Nandong couldn't be so bold because he was not just himself, but also the senior disciple of Tianyun Sect.

Fan Zhiyi breathed a sigh of relief after closing the door, feeling the heat subside somewhat.

He felt that he was probably embarrassed and anxious because he didn't know what to do. The heat was so intense that even the cool night breeze couldn't dispel it; instead, it seeped into his bones.

He needs to cool down.

Fan Zhiyi finally calmed down after drinking a cup of water. He let out a long sigh, patted his face, and then took out the token to see if Zhuang Yujing would call again. He was determined to give him a good scolding.

As expected, Zhuang Yujing called again, this time much more cautiously. However, Fan Zhiyi still replied that he didn't know anything, and the call ended with He An asking about Fan Zhiyi's recent training progress.

Because he didn't have to go to school, Fan Zhiyi returned to his leisurely life in the following days, getting up early to exercise, having Bing Nandong tutor him, cooking for himself and feeding Xiao Hei, playing with the cat and exercising in the afternoon, reading books and basking in the sun. He was almost completely isolated from the outside world.

Therefore, Fan Zhiyi was unaware that the news of Bing Nandong hitting Murong Xiao had already spread like wildfire throughout the entire Tianyun Sect.

The incident started when Murong Xiao took a few days off, but some disciples saw that his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Furthermore, other disciples were present when they were punished by the Second Elder, and these disciples heard the whole process. They then embellished the story, making it seem like Fan Zhiyi was the one who caused the trouble, which led to their senior brother taking action and ultimately being punished.

Bing Nandong was unaware that the matter had spread far and wide and that Fan Zhiyi had become the target of public criticism. When he arrived at the school, Wu Bai immediately pulled him out for questioning, and Lu Changfu followed him out. Xu Qing, upon arriving at the school, saw them gathered together and also came over.

"Senior Brother, what are you talking about?" Xu Qing asked with a smile, her hands behind her back.

Wu Bai replied, "We were talking about yesterday's events. So, Senior Brother, did you really fight Murong Xiao yesterday because of Fan Zhiyi? Why, Senior Brother? Why did you help Fan Zhiyi?"

"It was Murong Xiao who provoked me first with his rude words. Rather than saying I was helping Fan Zhiyi, it would be more accurate to say that Fan Zhiyi helped me." Bing Nandong's voice was steady, and his reply was very calm.

Wu Bai found it increasingly unbelievable: "He helped you? How is that possible? Senior Brother, don't forget what this guy did to you before?"

Xu Qing glanced at Bing Nandong, then smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, alright, Senior Brother has his own plans. Speaking of which, Murong Xiao should have been beaten a long time ago. Senior Brother truly lives up to his name; he doesn't speak until he does, and then he makes a stunning move!"

Wu Bai still looked displeased, but after a while, he laughed and said, "That's true, Senior Brother is wise! Hahaha! Finally, someone has taught Murong Xiao a lesson!"

Just as the four were about to return to the school together, Lu Changfu suddenly said, "Nan Dong."

Bing Nandong stopped and looked at him. Lu Changfu hadn't said a word just now, and even now, his face didn't have his usual smile; he looked somewhat indifferent.

His deep eyes stared straight at Bing Nandong, then he slightly curved the corners of his mouth before returning to his usual expression and said softly, "I was thinking of something to say to you, but I suddenly forgot."