After sending Mu Lingzhang back, Yan Chiyu rushed back to the school.

He landed on the rooftop, his lips moved slightly, and his voice was very soft, yet it reached the ears of every soul in the school without fail.

"Don't scare people."

"What you want will be taken care of soon."

"If this happens again, don't blame me for being impolite."

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman in high heels who had been following behind Mu Lingzhang trembled and drifted away, disappearing back into the office bookshelf.

The boy, his clothes fluttering in the wind, squinted at the neon-lit distance, then slowly narrowed his eyes. In some place, a faint golden light seemed to flicker, like a silent invitation.

Yan Chiyu changed his mind at the last minute. Instead of going home, he flew towards the direction of the shimmering golden light.

Beside the moat, a young girl wearing a black coat and black fitted trousers stood at the bridgehead, her ankles tied with red ropes adorned with bells. She strolled back and forth in a small area, her demeanor relaxed.

The bells rang out with a clear, melodious sound, carried on the wind to distant places, to the sky, to passersby, and to heaven and earth.

In the darkness, a tall, slender figure slowly approached and stopped on the other side of the bridge.

"After waiting for so long, we've finally... met in person."

When the girl saw the newcomer, a bright smile appeared on her face, a smile that was etched with a sense of certainty and an inexplicable cunning.

“Wu Xingluo”.

Yan Chiyu called out the name of the person opposite him accurately. He was not bewitched by the appearance, nor did he mistake the person for someone else.

His brows furrowed into frost, his eyes filled with indifference: "This face doesn't suit you."

Despite the polite words, Wu Xingluo could detect the contempt and impatience in his tone.

The implication is that she doesn't deserve that face.

Wu Xingluo looked at him and chuckled softly, "Why do you think I'm not suitable? It's because you haven't fallen for me yet."

“Yan Chiyu, follow the will of Heaven. I am your true match, your destined one. The girl beside you now is the imposter.”

The boy smiled. "I respect your courage to say those words."

Yan Chiyu paused slightly, then suddenly asked, "Have you been back to the Wu family?"

"What do you mean?" Wu Xingluo frowned. She had been traveling a lot during this time. Although her father kept sending her messages asking her to come back, she didn't want to go back at all because she hadn't finished dealing with her business. So she simply turned off her phone and changed her SIM card.

"The current head of the Wu family is the rightful ancestor, Wu Yue, my little darling. Tell me, who's the imposter?" The young man glanced at her lazily, his gaze indifferent and devoid of emotion. He had already lost all interest in continuing the conversation.

After saying that, he insisted on waiting for an answer. He just wanted to get home quickly and have a bedtime video call with Wu Songsong.

"Yan Chiyu! Stop right there!"

Wu Xingluo shouted to stop him, "Don't try to scare me! I am the legitimate daughter of the Wu family's main branch. When I was thirteen, I consulted a divination, and it said that you were my destined one... Why can't you stop and look at me?"

Yan Chiyu paused slightly, turned around casually, and asked, "How old are you now?"

Wu Xingluo didn't understand the real meaning behind his question. He thought Yan Chiyu wanted to know more about him, so he answered truthfully, "Twenty years old."

"I'm only seventeen." The boy looked up, his gaze deep and languid. "You're too old, I don't like you."

At that moment, the call he made to Wu Yue in his pocket had just been connected on speakerphone.

Wu Yue: ...

Young man, this old woman is exactly thirty thousand years old. (˙-˙)