When Irene saw Palos again, it was only two days before the wedding.

In fact, this meeting was also very informal, but considering the current situation, no one cared about this inconspicuous newcomer, so no one made a fuss about it.

"That child, even if he gets married, I'm afraid he won't live long." An elder of the Tixiu family said this, and then waved his hand and allowed an early meeting before the wedding.

Passing through the long and complicated corridors of the Tixiu family and touching the ancient and exquisite carvings, Irene followed the servants in front of her and finally arrived at this remote and quiet courtyard.

The sky was a starless night, and there was only a solitary white laurel tree in the yard. The leaves on it had long since fallen, and there were still many withered and yellowed remains on the ground.

Walking on the square stone slabs in the courtyard and listening to the occasional slight noise under her feet, Irene felt that no one had cleaned here for a long time. You know, the film season has been here for almost four months, and the improved white laurel trees often drop all their leaves in the first month of the film season.

The desolate thick wooden door slowly opened, leaving an arc-shaped scratch on the dusty ground. The servant looked for the interface of the gem lamp, then injected magic power to light up the room.

The facilities inside were still luxurious and exquisite, with fine porcelain and old expensive paintings, exactly the same as when Irene visited many years ago. However, compared to the past, it had become much quieter, and even no sound could be heard.

"Lord Palos is in the room inside." The servant walked in front and took Irene to the innermost room on the second floor.

Pushing open the half-open white door, the dimly lit bedroom came into view.

A pale young man was leaning against a thick and high pillow. The bed sheets, pajamas, hair and walls were all white. The whole room was like a world without color, making people feel pale and stinging.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the young man slowly turned his head and looked outside. His eyes, as silent as the bottom of a lake, finally revealed a hint of surprise and astonishment.

"You're back, Irene." The voice was hoarse and weak. If it weren't for the extraordinary quietness here, it would probably be difficult to hear.

"I'm back, Palos." Irene asked the servant beside her to wait outside first, then she closed the door and slowly walked to the bed and sat down.

She gently stroked Palos's forehead, straightened out the scattered hair one by one, and then slowly clasped her hands around his slightly cold arm.

"Maybe I should come back earlier." Irene said softly, gazing at her childhood sweetheart and fiancé with gentle eyes.

"It's okay, Irene can come back anytime." Palos tried his best to smile, then gently touched Irene's cheek with his other hand.

"You're still as beautiful as you were when you were a child, Irene." His eyes were hazy and full of nostalgia, as if he was looking into the distant past.

The two of them snuggled up to each other quietly, and after a long time, Palos slowly spoke.

"I have been quiet since I was a child, and few people are willing to interact with me." Palos seemed to have a lot to say to the person in front of him.

"I like sad poems and paintings, but my father doesn't understand or allow such hobbies."

"You are a very strange child. He looked at me with complicated eyes, as if he was doubting whether I was his biological child."

"In fact, I often wonder that myself."

"Becoming a powerful transcendent, a learned person, or a respected master—everyone excitedly pursues these things that bring light and heat."

"I've tried to do the same, but every time I get to the point, I always feel uncomfortable or afraid, afraid of being swallowed by that overly hot existence."

"Just standing quietly in the corner and watching everyone is fine. I don't like basking in the sun. I prefer the soft moonlight and being intoxicated by the slightly sad Shi Yao."

"That definitely made me unsociable, so my father often lectured me, even scolded me, saying I had no guts and was weaker than a seven-year-old girl."

"I was very panicked, but later I had to work hard to learn to be with everyone. We went to school together, participated in various activities together, practiced swordsmanship, and discussed the cultivation of the Extraordinary Sequence."

"But it's really depressing and painful because, at heart, I'm not that kind of person."

"I feel like an outlier, and it's hard for me to survive in this family."

"But I still don't dare to show all this."

"Until that day, I heard that the eldest daughter of the Hiberni family was ill. Then my father took a few of us to visit her because the Hiberni family has a good relationship with us and one of our elders once married into their family."

"At that time, I saw you drawing on the hospital bed."

"Eileen has always been so beautiful. Even when she was sick, she still looked frail and pitiable. At that time, I and several other children who went with me were fascinated by you. Later, we even encouraged the adults to come visit you again."

"You weren't very talkative when you were little. Sometimes you looked at us like ignorant children. You gave us the impression of being arrogant, and people were hesitant to approach you."

"People gave you all kinds of gifts, and some even told jokes to make you laugh, but you didn't respond to them, and gradually people stopped encouraging these things."

"Later, I don't know when it was, I heard from the adults that you were cured."

"At first, I felt a surge of joy, but then a greater sense of loss spread across my heart, because there was no longer any good reason to look for you."

"Then, I gradually reached the age to get engaged. Although elves live long, the adults seemed to want to arrange certain things in advance to avoid any accidents."

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