Yin Huaizhu, who was standing at the door, quickly entered the room and came to stand in front of Hang Suisui.

"Sui Sui——————Hmm!"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Hang Suisui flicked her finger, and the tiny pill entered Yin Huaizhu's mouth.

The pill tasted astringent, melted in the mouth, and slid down the throat. Yin Huaizhu swallowed, leaving only a bitter taste between her lips and teeth.

Just as I was about to ask, I heard Hang Suisui say in a cold tone: "The medicine it found for you cost you thirty years in three years."

The little baby, who had just been woken up by Yin Huaizhu's shout, started crying again.

"Wow..."

With a loud wailing sound, Hang Suisui walked past Yin Huaizhu with a cold face, went to the bedside, sat on the bed, and reached out to pat the baby's back to coax him.

Having never seen Hang Suisui with such a cold expression before, Yin Huaizhu spoke up somewhat flusteredly, "Suisui."

Hang Suisui ignored him, looking down at the little baby without giving him a single glance.

Even if Yin Huaizhu stopped Bai Ying from saying the rest, so what? If she still couldn't guess anything after all this, she would really be a fool.

Seeing this, Bai Ying fell silent.

Yin Huaizhu watched Hang Suisui purse her lips before turning to Bai Ying to thank her.

"Thank you, Baiying."

Bai Ying looked at Hang Suisui by the bedside: "I didn't do it all for you. I promised to protect you."

If Yin Huaizhu dies halfway through his journey in Hang Suisui, wouldn't it be a breach of trust?

It was only because Hang Suisui intervened and saved him that he was freed from his fate as a water ghost.

Hang Suisui gave him this one task, and of course he had to do it well.

Bai Ying sighed: "Some things are better left for you to explain yourself."

After saying that, Bai Ying glanced at Yin Huaizhu one last time and then disappeared from the room.

For a moment, the huge bedroom was filled only with the baby's whimpering and Hang Suisui's gentle soothing voices.

Yin Huaizhu looked like a child who had made a mistake. He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and came to Hang Suisui's side.

He squatted down at Hang Suisui's feet and carefully glanced at Hang Suisui's dark and inscrutable face, which was now hanging down.

I wanted to call out to her, but somehow, it felt like my throat was being squeezed, and I couldn't make a sound.

They could only squat quietly in place, completely still.

Over the next few days, Hang Suisui treated him as if he were invisible.

No matter how eagerly Yin Huaizhu tried to get closer to her, Hang Suisui simply ignored him.

Hang Suisui was furious when she saw Yin Huaizhu, who had been silent for the past few days and had been bringing her tea and snacks.

Such a big thing was kept from her for so long. If it weren't for the extra two years she had lived, Yin Huaizhu would probably be lying in bed right now, ready to meet the King of Hell at any moment!

Is this how you squander the life she painstakingly saved for him?

If Bai Ying hadn't been alive, and if Bai Ying hadn't been a good ghost who kept her promise, she probably wouldn't have known when Yin Huaizhu died!

He's probably burying himself in a hole and then pretending he's still alive.

Hang Suisui became angrier and angrier, and her thoughts became more and more outrageous, even bordering on melodramatic.

The more she looked at Yin Huaizhu, who was hanging around in front of her, the more displeased she became.

Hang Suisui kicked the exquisite tea table, which shook slightly and made a dull thud. Then she turned and walked away without looking back.

Yin Huaizhu was left standing there, holding a white plate, her lips pursed, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.

These past few days, he had considered having a proper talk with Hang Suisui about what had happened, but Yin Huaizhu also knew that doing so would be tantamount to courting death.

Yin Huaizhu sighed, lowered his head, and stared at the food on the plate in his hand.

From a distance, the motionless figure looked rather dejected.

The pine tree returned to its pine forest hundreds of miles away.

Upon returning, I saw Yin Huaizhu standing alone in the garden, her figure forlorn.

At first glance, my intuition told me that something was wrong.

It carefully landed far away, bypassed Yin Huaizhu, and headed towards Hang Suisui, who had returned to the living room.

Inside the living room, a maid was changing a baby's diaper, while Hang Suisui sat on the sofa, playing with a toy lantern.

As Qingsong approached, he noticed something was amiss. Hang Suisui, who was playing with the baby, had a blank expression and empty eyes, looking completely distracted.

Qingsong immediately came to a conclusion.

They had a fight!

During its time at the Yin family's residence, as an observer, it naturally knew how much the Lord of the Palace cared for Hang Suisui, this demon.

The level of concern they showed went beyond ordinary feelings.

And Hang Suisui, this demon, actually trusts the Master very much, and you could even say she likes him very much.

From its perspective, at least the two people usually get along like two old friends who have known each other for many years, and their relationship is very harmonious.

There were never any arguments or conflicts, only laughter and occasional, unspoken, unconscious closeness and affection.

Qingsong opened his mouth as if to ask what was wrong, but then thought about it and closed his mouth again.

It's best not to ask questions you shouldn't ask; it doesn't care about its life.

When gods fight, mortals suffer.

So, it wisely came quietly and then quietly returned to the trees in the garden.

night.

The wind stirred and the clouds surged, obscuring the only light.

The bamboo grove swayed, and a surprised sound came from within.

"Who are you? How did you get in?"

"And who are you? What are you doing in this bamboo forest?"

The bamboo tip swayed, casting a black shadow on the white wall of the second-floor room.

The two people sitting opposite each other in the room finally broke the silence.

"If you don't want to talk, go back to your room and don't disturb my sleep."

Yin Huaizhu looked at Hang Suisui sitting on the sofa opposite her: "Don't be angry, I didn't mean to hide it from you..."

Hang Suisui said calmly, "If it wasn't intentional, then it was deliberate?"

Yin Huaizhu choked as if a fishbone was stuck in her throat.

He did it intentionally, and also deliberately.

Under Hang Suisui's watchful gaze, what he said did indeed sound a bit guilty.

He didn't want Hang Suisui to know the truth, but he also didn't want to make up a reason to lie to her.

Yin Huaizhu slowly stood up: "Sui Sui, you rest first, I'll go back now."

As he spoke, Yin Huaizhu turned and walked towards the door, but before he had gone far, his vision went black and he slowly collapsed.

Hang Suisui waved and moved Yin Huaizhu to the bed.

She clapped her hands and walked to the bedside, looking at the unconscious Yin Huaizhu: "Hmph, I gave you a chance to turn yourself in but you didn't use it, you insisted on me doing it myself."

Hang Suisui sat on the edge of the bed, her palms glowing with a faint green light, and placed them on Yin Huaizhu's forehead.

She closed her eyes, and before she knew it, the scenes from the three years before the white figure left flashed before her eyes...