I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't remember when he had told Bing Nandong about it, so he nodded: "I used to have a Golden Retriever, oh, I forgot, you probably don't know what that is, it's one of those very big, very fluffy dogs."

As Fan Zhiyi spoke, he gestured with his arms outstretched, then looked at Bing Nandong and Xiao Hei, who were looking at him with some confusion, and couldn't help but smile.

He smiled, but then his lips drooped: "But I didn't take good care of it. It got into a car accident, and the car accident was..."

"I know." Bing Nandong's gentle voice interrupted Fan Zhiyi, preventing the tough guy in the room from bursting into tears.

Although Fan Zhiyi still feels a lump in his throat when he mentions this now, he can speak of it in a calmer tone. He blamed himself, regretted it, and hated himself at the time. That period was too dark, and Fan Zhiyi's mind is still hazy when he recalls it now.

He had no family, no close friends, and even his only relative had been taken away. Fan Zhiyi had no one to cry to or vent to, so naturally no one could comfort him. He didn't even know how he got through that period.

A slight pressing sensation came from above his head. Fan Zhiyi looked up and saw Bing Nandong holding Xiao Hei in one arm, looking down at him earnestly, saying, "It's all in the past. We will take good care of Xiao Hei."

Bing Nandong gently rubbed Fan Zhiyi's hair with his palm before withdrawing it, without making anyone feel uncomfortable.

Fan Zhiyi was still staring at him blankly when Bing Nandong lifted Xiao Hei high up: "Xiao Hei, you also have a formal name, Nanshan, remember that."

"Meow meow."

“It’s really intelligent.” Bing Nandong smiled and handed Xiao Hei to Fan Zhiyi. “Hold it. It seems a bit heavy.”

"Kittens grow very fast." Fan Zhiyi knew that Bing Nandong was comforting him, and his heart warmed, as if the awkward feeling had disappeared.

So he took the kitten in his arms and stroked its fur: "How about we have claypot rice for lunch?"

"what?"

"You'll see when I make it."

When food is mentioned, Fan Zhiyi perks up and rushes to the kitchen without a second thought, muttering, "But we don't have sausages, so it's lost its essence. Oh well, I'll just make a simple version."

"Fan Zhiyi." Bing Nandong suddenly called out to him.

Fan Zhiyi had almost reached the door when she turned back, blinked at him, and silently asked, "What's wrong?"

Bing Nandong's hand unconsciously rested on the window frame as she stared straight at him: "You can say anything to me. If you're willing, you can explain the things I don't understand to me slowly. I want to know."

Fan Zhiyi's Adam's apple bobbed, and his heart felt as if it had been gently poked. He suddenly felt an inexplicable impulse.

Here we go again, with that same feeling, even though we only exchanged a few words.

Meeting the boy's earnest gaze, Fan Zhiyi pretended to be normal and said, "Okay." Then he ran off in a flash. Before he could catch his breath in the kitchen, Bing Nandong followed him there.

Fan Zhiyi felt like he was about to have an allergic reaction to Bing Nandong, and immediately asked in surprise, "Why are you here too?"

"Let's see what you're talking about... claypot rice." Bing Nandong pronounced the three words clearly. "Perfect timing, I also wanted to cook something today." There's something I wanted to make for you too.

"Hmm?" Fan Zhiyi was curious, so he put Xiao Hei down and let it play by itself. "What are you going to do?"

"You'll know once you make it."

Fan Zhiyi was itching to try this suspenseful behavior. Although he had just said the same thing, seeing Bing Nandong skillfully rolling up his sleeves and getting ready, Fan Zhiyi was not willing to fall behind.

The two did their own thing, and Fan Zhiyi would occasionally glance at Bing Nandong to see what he was doing.

Just as Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong were steaming, there was a knock on the door of their courtyard.

Since it's steaming now, there's not much to do with it, so Fan Zhiyi went with Bing Nandong to open the door.

Surprisingly, the person outside the door was the young master in purple robes whom they had seen during the last competition, and the one knocking on the door was one of the burly men who had been following him.

The young man in purple still had bruises on his face, but he was still incredibly dashing. As soon as they met, he limped over as if they were old friends: "It smells so good, what delicious food are you making?"

As he spoke, his eyes darted towards Bing Nandong, whose expression was cold and who clearly didn't want to see him. He immediately tried to close the door, but the man quickly reached out and blocked it, shouting, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

Fan Zhiyi saw it clearly; the door didn't touch the man's arm at all. This man was obviously trying to scam someone.

Bing Nandong finally looked at him: "There's a result?"

"Hmm." Lin Taiyin shrugged playfully, leaning against the door as if he had no bones. "Otherwise, how could they have gotten out? One by one, all the sects will go back."

What was the result?

Lin Taiyin leaned closer: "I don't know, and it's not something I should know anyway." His gaze was pointed, glancing at the people behind him before turning to stare at Bing Nandong.

His gaze was lingering and indistinct, as if he were looking at someone deeply in love.

Bing Nandong flung the door back, and Lin Taiyin almost fell flat on his face.

Bing Nandong moved a little closer to Fan Zhiyi: "If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all."

Lin Taiyin glanced at the two of them and said, "It seems the rumors are indeed untrue. The two of you have a very good relationship."

Fan Zhiyi's nerves immediately tensed up again. Lin Taiyin's eyes were naked, as if he had stripped him bare, and it seemed that he could see into Fan Zhiyi's hidden thoughts that he himself had not been able to figure out.

When it came to Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong stepped forward to block him, his tone unfriendly: "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"Alright, alright. The main reason I came here is to thank Senior Brother Bing for saving my life before I leave. Otherwise, I would have perished during the competition." After saying this, Lin Taiyin cupped his hands and bowed, his words sincere.

On Bing Nandong's side, there was still no change in his expression: "It was nothing."

"Also, I accidentally broke a vase in the room before I left. I apologize to Senior Brother Bing. That vase looks quite expensive. If you need compensation, you can let me know. But I broke it before I left, so I probably haven't had time to clean it up yet."

Fan Zhiyi felt like he was going to lose track of what was going on. How did the topic suddenly jump to the broken vase? What exactly was Lin Taiyin trying to say?

"It's just a vase, it's nothing."

"Alright then, I'll take my leave." This wasn't the end of it. Lin Taiyin silently mouthed a few more words, then smiled and said, "Senior Brother Bing, if there's an opportunity, I really hope to get to know you better."

Bing Nan smiled, a very polite smile, and did not respond to his words: "I am not worthy of being called 'Senior Brother.' Young Master Lin is brave and resourceful, and he should use his talents for the right purpose. Also, do not involve people who should not be involved."