When I was sound asleep at night, my nose and face were pinched and rubbed, which annoyed me.

Just as I was about to get angry, I felt a very strong force pulling my soul to another space. A sharp pain in my body woke me up.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in a vast, white chaos.

Wen Heng was dressed in a simple and neat black casual outfit, his white hair casually draped over his shoulders. He looked much more determined than the boyish, pretty boy he was during the day. I asked in surprise, "Wen Heng? What are you doing here? And where are we?"

Before I could finish speaking, Wen Heng, with a sullen face, grabbed my collar and hissed at me, "Didn't I tell you not to interfere in my affairs? Why did you run into this Soul-Locking Array? And why are you attached to Ye Ling'er's soul?"

I was a little sore from his sudden outburst of temper and the force with which he pulled me. I was also inexplicably angry and yelled at him, "Why are you yelling at me? It's really strange. The Zhou Lang of the past was gentle and refined. Even when he was dyeing ink, he was still very carefree and easygoing. At the very least, the single flower that I have carefully nurtured and that has been quietly accompanying me for hundreds of years is better than you! Even Zhu Silang was decisive. How come after becoming Wen Heng, he has become so short-tempered and gets angry at me at the drop of a hat?"

To my surprise, Wen Heng's face darkened even more when I mentioned them: "Don't mention Zhou Lang, Ran Mo, or Zhu Silang to me again! They are just parts of me! I am the real Wen Heng! From now on, don't treat me the way you treated them before, and don't lay a hand on me! Please correct your attitude and answer my questions!"

Look at how angry he is, just like Zhou Yu when he gets stubborn. So I kept comforting myself, even if it's for Zhou Yu's sake, I have to learn to accept all his sides.

After catching my breath, I said in a gentle tone, "Alright, alright, I'm reporting to God Wenheng! Don't be angry. I was just refined into Ye Ling'er's puppet soul. Sometimes I can't even tell whether I am Ye Ling'er or Ahua, and I can't control my actions of touching you during the day!"

So I told him about Ye Ling'er's plan while watching his face grow increasingly pale and then turn ashen.

"Therefore, we must now reenact what happened between you and Ye Ling'er in the same way as before. I will also kill your master and fellow disciples again. As long as you kill me and the course of history remains unchanged, you can break the formation and leave this place!"

Otherwise, if anything changes even slightly, you'll be trapped in this soul-locking array, and perhaps your story with Ye Ling'er can continue, and you can live happily in this beautiful dream for thousands of years without waking up. "I said with a serious face.

I thought that after hearing the words that I was to be killed, he would be nervous and worried, or he would show a little joy on his face when he heard the news that he could change her and Ye Ling'er's past and that there was still a chance for them to be together.

I got very close to his face, but I couldn't discern any emotion from his calm and silent expression.

Seeing his calm and silence, I became anxious: "Hey! You're not really going to kill me, are you?"

"If that's the case, then why don't I just kill you now!" With that, Wen Heng had already drawn the Soul-Slaying Sword and held it to my neck!

I, however, was terrified and my face changed drastically, but I pretended to be calm and said, "As expected, the gods are different, so ruthless and cold-hearted!"

So he pretended to be calm, closed his eyes, and adopted a submissive posture: "I'll die by your sword sooner or later anyway, so go ahead and do it!"

In truth, he was silently praying: "Zhou Lang, Ranmo, if you had any conscience at all, you wouldn't have killed me on the spot like this!"

However, after holding back for a long time, Wen Heng still didn't make a move against me. I secretly opened one eye and vaguely saw a smug smile on Wen Heng's lips. Then he angrily put away the Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand: "Coward!"

His teasing manner reminded me of Ranmo's familiar tone when he spoke to me.

Then I saw him raise his hand with a gentle and serious expression and point out a ray of light on my forehead.

I opened my eyes in confusion, trying to look away, but Wen Heng above me said in a deep voice, "Don't move!"

I obediently did as instructed, and then I felt a cool and comfortable spiritual energy spread throughout my body.

"Are you transferring your spiritual energy to me?"

"In this way, you won't be controlled by Ye Ling'er during the day. On the contrary, as long as your consciousness is stronger than hers, you can even devour her spiritual consciousness. As long as we play our roles according to the trajectory of history and spend the ten days of puppet souls here, which is actually ten months in the Soul Locking Array, as long as Ye Ling's spiritual consciousness is devoured by you, we can naturally break this array!" Wen Heng explained the next plan to me while earnestly transmitting spiritual power to me.

Looking at his quiet and focused expression, I felt as if I were seeing Zhou Yu again, and I became completely captivated by his mesmerizing face.

Even after Wen Heng had finished transferring his spiritual energy to me, I couldn't take my gaze off his face.

Seeing me staring blankly at him, Wen Heng reverted to his previous dark expression, mercilessly pinched my cheek, and snapped at me again: "Did you hear what I was saying?"

"You're truly amazing, High God! I knew you could escape this formation with your abilities!" My joking words only made Wen Heng more serious, and he tightened his grip even more: "Did you hear me?"

"Ouch..." I covered my cheek, which was a little sore from his pinching, and replied irritably, "I know! Can't you be a little gentler? You've pinched my cheek until it's swollen."

To my surprise, Wen Heng seemed to get even more excited and raised his other hand, pinching my face with both hands and teasing me: "I wonder where you have any face left? Your skin is thicker than a mountain."

I also raised my hands and tried to pull his hands off my face.

But when my hand covered his slightly warm hands, we both froze for a moment. Wen Heng seemed to be shocked by me and quickly pulled his hand back from my face.

But as I looked at his face, I followed his words and directly pulled Wen Heng's hand up and held it tightly in mine again. Wen Heng seemed to be struck by lightning, feeling a force resisting me in his hand, yet it didn't seem like such a force of rejection.

So I became even bolder and intertwined my index fingers with his until Wen Heng's hands, which I had pinned down, had nowhere to escape.

I thought he would give up resisting, but I felt his resistance against me growing stronger and stronger until finally I was too weak and he broke free from my grasp.

However, I was even more unwilling and recklessly threw myself into his arms again, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist.

She even affectionately pressed her head against his chest, listening to his steady and orderly heartbeat, and said very seriously, "Whether you are Wen Heng, Ran Mo, Zhu Silang, or that flower, I feel that they are all part of you, Zhou Lang. I will treat all your other sides well in the future. I will cherish you."

He thought to himself, "I refuse to believe you have absolutely no feelings for me!"

My emotional dialogue left Wen Heng's stiff hand hovering awkwardly in mid-air, unsure of what to do. In the end, he could only utter a speechless "You...you're really shameless!"

Just as I was secretly pleased that he hadn't pushed me away and wanted to hug him tighter, he suddenly flashed out and disappeared in front of me, leaving me empty-handed.

All she heard was Wen Heng's final words from above: "On the next full moon, I will transfer spiritual energy to you. Don't forget the task I gave you!"