The snow that had accumulated on the treetops fell in fine, scattered drops.

Yin Huaizhu reached out and patted the snow off her shoulders.

Behind him stood a bald monk in a kasaya robe, with a long string of prayer beads around his neck, turning the beads in his hand, standing as still as a pine tree.

For a moment, neither he nor the person behind him uttered a sound; the atmosphere was heavy and stagnant in the cold night.

"Amitabha, have you made your decision, benefactor?" the monk spoke first, his voice steady and powerful.

Yin Huaizhu turned her head, her gaze sharp as a sword: "Master, you're meddling too much."

The monk smiled slightly, showing no fear in the face of Yin Huaizhu's expression: "Half a year ago, this humble monk observed the celestial phenomena at night and saw that the stars here were unusual. At that time, I reminded you that the demon should not appear in the mortal world."

The monk shook his head and sighed, "But you refuse to listen to my advice. You neither register and bind yourself nor return to the mountains. Now the celestial phenomena are becoming increasingly strange and unusual, and I fear that they will soon bring disaster."

“Master, there’s no need for further explanation. I have my own plan in mind,” Yin Huaizhu said with a firm look in her eyes.

The monk put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Since you are so persistent, I will not say anything more. However, everything in this world is subject to cause and effect and reincarnation. I hope you will not forget your responsibilities. When necessary, I will take action. I hope you will act accordingly."

After saying these words, the monk turned and left. His steps were steady, and as he walked further and further away, a long string of footprints was left in the snow behind him, as clear as the traces on his life's path.

Yin Huaizhu stood quietly in place, watching the monk's departing figure.

What I feared has come to pass.

His gaze lingered on the set of footprints, and feeling the cold air around him, Yin Huaizhu's eyes deepened.

Then he turned around and entered the Yin family's gate.

"What's going on outside? What happened?"

Hang Suisui looked at Yin Huaizhu walking slowly towards her. If she hadn't been so familiar with him, she wouldn't have noticed something amiss upon closer inspection.

Yin Huaizhu patted off the cold air from the fine snow clinging to her body, then straddled the chair next to Hang Suisui.

"It's nothing, just a passing monk. Has the tea been changed? Cold tea isn't good to drink."

Hang Suisui saw that Yin Huaizhu's tone was normal, and there was nothing wrong with it: "It's been changed. You came back right after the change."

As she spoke, Hang Suisui was asking 001 in her mind.

[001, What did Yin Huaizhu talk about with that monk after she went out?]

A woman's intuition told her that something was wrong.

001's business skills are becoming increasingly proficient: [You've changed bodies, your human soul has cultivated into a demon body, so it's normal for there to be unusual phenomena in the sky. That monk was worried you'd cause trouble if you stayed in crowds for too long, so he wanted Yin Huaizhu to send you back to the mountains.]

Hang Suisui pursed her lips after hearing this: "That's all? Then it's nothing."

She simply stayed by Yin Huaizhu and Qin Yu's side to make progress, naturally avoiding any trouble.

001 continued, "But that monk also told Yin Huaizhu that there should be restrictions on you when you're being registered, otherwise he'll take action against you when necessary."

Hang Suisui paused: [This bald monk wants to meddle in the affairs of the Spirit Suppression Division? Does he intend to notify them to arrest me? What about Yin Huaizhu? What was his reaction?]

001 said: [Yin Huaizhu didn't react much; he told the monk not to interfere too much.]

This monk is really meddling in other people's business.

They control everything, from the heavens to the earth, and even whether she goes back to the mountains.

"What are you thinking about?" Yin Huaizhu held the cup in his hand to Hang Suisui's lips.

The aroma of tea lingered in her nose, and without thinking, Hang Suisui took a sip from Yin Huaizhu's hand.

It has a refreshing and sweet taste that is easy to swallow and leaves a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth.

New tea.

Hang Suisui smacked her lips: "Won't the people from the Zhenling Division come to arrest me anytime soon?"

In the current management of demons and spirits, those not registered with the Spirit Suppression Bureau are like unregistered people without a household registration.

When humans commit crimes, their identities can be used to trace them; when demons and spirits commit crimes, their physical forms can be used to track them.

But for them, it is far more restrictive than household registration for humans.

Because if they go too far, the soul imprints that are recorded can crush them directly from thousands of miles away.

This is why they are all afraid.

Nobody wants a potentially fatal knife hanging over their head.

Even though most of them do not intend to harm people.

But demons and monsters are always fickle in nature, and their thoughts of good and evil can change in an instant.

They don't want a knife hanging over their heads, nor can they allow any hidden dangers to remain in the world.

Yin Huaizhu's dark eyes swept over Hang Suisui's moist, rosy lips. With a flick of his wrist, he pressed the rim of the cup against her pale lips and drank the rest of the tea.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was deep: "No."

Hang Suisui rocked the recliner nonchalantly; she had only said it casually.

In the night sky, the clouds parted and the moon shone brightly, with only a few stars visible.

The recliners were placed side by side, and Hang Suisui glanced at the hand that Yin Huaizhu was holding in the middle.

This person's body temperature is really low.

It's one thing to be slightly cool in the middle of summer, but it's even colder in the middle of winter.

Thinking it over, Hang Suisui gently grasped Yin Huaizhu's hand, and an invisible spiritual energy flowed into Yin Huaizhu's body until their hands felt warm before she stopped.

Yin Huaizhu felt a sudden warmth rising within her body, spreading throughout her entire being.

He turned his head to look at Hang Suisui, who was looking up at the sky beside him. Seeing that she was unaffected, Yin Huaizhu chuckled and squeezed Hang Suisui's hand tightly in his palm.

"The moonlight is beautiful tonight," Yin Huaizhu said softly.

Hang Suisui turned her head slightly to look at him, her eyes flashing as she smiled and said, "She is indeed very beautiful..."

That night.

The entire city was like a city that never sleeps, with every household brightly lit.

The city's night is illuminated by countless lights.

Each window radiates a warm light, like a dazzling pearl adorning this bustling city.

The lights intertwined, creating a dazzling spectacle.

The sounds of "crackling" and "banging" rose and fell, and although they were blocked by doors and walls, the lively and cheerful atmosphere could still be felt.

The sounds of fireworks and firecrackers continued incessantly, seemingly without end.

Occasionally, dazzling fireworks burst in the sky, adorning the dark night sky with vibrant colors, creating a dreamlike scene.

And so the fireworks and firecrackers continued until dawn, gradually subsiding only as the east began to lighten.

Yin Huaizhu lifted the blanket off herself, stood up, bent down, and gently picked up Hang Suisui, who was sleeping on the recliner.

The rocking chair swayed gently without making a sound.

Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of the person in his arms, Yin Huaizhu went upstairs.

He paused at the entrance to their room, then turned and entered the enchanting, green-tinged room.

The door, once closed, was never opened again.