Night falls, darkness descends.

As Fu Huaijin looked out the window at the myriad lights below, he felt a wave of frustration. He had taken such good precautions, so why did something still go wrong?

Are you really going to hang her on your belt? Never let her out of your sight.

Su Yuxi, who was being talked about, sneezed loudly.

"Did you catch a cold?"

Zhong Yan glanced at Su Yuxi, who had just returned from playing in the water. Over the past few days, he had come to understand that Su Yuxi, though seemingly gentle and weak, was very stubborn. The more you forbade her to do something, the more she would do it.

It's as if they're deliberately going against the grain, giving people a somewhat helpless smile.

"Come and warm yourself by the fire, don't catch a cold."

Su Yuxi vigorously wrung out the water from her skirt, walked over to the fire, and sat down to warm herself by the fire.

She hadn't changed her clothes for several days, and the hem of her skirt was filthy. She just washed it in the stream, and it looked much better now.

Give me a chicken leg.

Zhong Yan, expressionless, picked up a leaf, wrapped it around one of her legs, tore it off, and handed it to her.

"You eat so little all day long, where do you get so much energy?" He wondered. This person doesn't eat this or that, but a chicken leg is enough for a whole day. He's always lively and energetic, as if he has inexhaustible energy inside him.

Su Yuxi rubbed her lower abdomen, feeling equally confused. She really hadn't felt hungry lately. Even her favorite chicken could only be eaten by the time she ate a leg. Normally, she would have starved to death by now, but she wasn't. She almost wondered if she was going to become an immortal. Otherwise, she would have started fasting.

"What do you know? I can fill my stomach just by eating the air from the mountains."

Zhong Yan chuckled softly.

"Yeah, you eat air."

He picked up a red fruit that had been washed clean from the ground, squeezed out the juice and spread it on the chicken, then put it in the fire to roast. Under the catalysis of the heat, the juice and oil gradually released a sweet aroma.

This was a new way of eating that he discovered by chance; the berries could make the flesh smoother and sweeter.

"You also find that chicken tastes better with berries on it, right?" She also likes to spread berries on roast chicken.

“Hmm,” Zhong Yan replied briefly, continuing to concentrate on roasting his chicken.

All I could hear was the crackling and popping sound of grease being baked.

Su Yuxi paused in chewing meat, secretly glancing at his profile, and asked out of the blue, "Zhong Yan, how old are you this year?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Yan looked at her with a hint of confusion, but still answered frankly, "Eighteen."

She nodded knowingly: "Just turned 18."

"Um."

Su Yuxi's eyes darted around, as if she was brewing some mischievous idea. She bit off a piece of chicken leg, chewed it carefully, and continued to ask nonchalantly, "Hey, what do you think of life in the forest?"

"What?" Zhong Yan sprinkled his homemade cumin powder on the chicken again. In the forest, apart from the lack of people, there was everything.

He used to think his outdoor skills were pretty good, but compared to now, they are really too rudimentary.

"If you were asked to live in the forest for the rest of your life... no, for a very long time, would you be willing?"

Zhong Yan was slightly taken aback, then raised her eyes to meet those eyes that were trying so hard to conceal their turmoil...

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At the airport VIP gate, Fu Huaijin stood tall and walked briskly, a fierce aura gathering between his brows, and an invisible chill shrouded his body. The flight, which was originally scheduled for eight hours, was delayed by a full six hours.

Those following behind, whether bodyguards or doctors, were all weighed down by an invisible pressure, unable to lift their heads, and even their breathing became cautious, for fear of accidentally offending him.

It was clearly a temporary air traffic control situation that forced them to change routes; what business is it of theirs?

"Xiao Jin, slow down." Chu Juan caught up from behind. He knew Xiao Jin was in a hurry, but he also had to consider his own situation.

Fu Huaijin did not slow down; he was eager to see Su Yuxi and wouldn't listen to anyone's advice.

The car was already waiting outside the airport. After getting in, Fu Huaijin immediately took out his phone and started dialing Su Yuxi's number again and again, but no one answered.

Even the bodyguard protecting her was on the same phone. A heavy gloom suddenly descended upon his mind, making him increasingly uneasy.

The car sped along the road, and the journey that would normally take two hours was shortened to one hour.

The town remains the same town, still maintaining its peaceful and serene atmosphere.

The car slowly entered its villa area, where two bodyguards stood guard dutifully at the entrance.

When they saw a car approaching, they tried to stop it as usual, but when they saw that the head of the family was sitting inside, a hint of doubt flashed in their eyes, but they didn't say anything and simply opened the door to let him in.

They stared at the license plate and muttered to themselves: "They've only been gone a short while, why are they in a different car again?"

The car continued forward, and Fu Huaijin carefully observed his surroundings through the car window. Nothing had changed, and the people were still his own. So why couldn't the phone call come through?

The car stopped in front of that familiar gate a moment later. Before the bodyguard could open the door, he pushed it open and got out of the car himself.

The patrolman saw that the person who had just left had returned, and assumed that he had simply forgotten something and continued to walk forward to do his job.

"Wait a minute," Fu Huaijin suddenly called out, stopping the person in front of him.

Everyone stood still.

Fu Huaijin pointed at the patrolman who had just walked away: "Come here."

The patrolman walked over and stood in front of him, his expression calm and composed.

Is Xixi home?

Upon hearing this, the guard's expression turned strange, and he whispered to the man in front of him, "Young master, hasn't Madam been missing for five days?"

Everything around us seemed to have been muted.

Fu Huaijin felt a buzzing in his head and a wave of dizziness hit him. He stumbled backward, but Chu Juan reacted quickly and caught him firmly.

"What did you say?"

His eyes instantly turned icy cold, and a raging fire of anger rose in his heart: "Why wasn't it reported?"

The guard was even more puzzled: "Young master, Madam fell off a cliff and went missing seven days ago. You were there yourself, have you forgotten?"

"Fell off a cliff and went missing."

Was I there myself?

Ignoring the pain, Fu Huaijin grabbed the guard by the collar, his eyes threatening as if he wanted to devour him: "Say it again."

Even the most oblivious guard noticed something amiss. He recalled his captain's words: when the lady went missing, the young master seemed very anxious, yet also overly calm.

The young master is now reacting correctly.

He swallowed hard, his eyes darting around: "Yes, yes... Seven days ago you suddenly came back, and Madam insisted that you were an imposter. Then she drove off, and... then the car was going too fast, and Madam lost control, and... then it drove into the sea."