Nan Xian's fingers gently stroked the area below her chest.

Situ Xuan told her that this was where her dantian was located, and Lu Anna's soul resided within it.

And that light, which inexplicably felt familiar and comforting to Nan Xian.

If the light represents the soul, then why is there a second soul within her body?

What kind of experiences did she or he have? Why is it in her dantian, and why has she never discovered it before?

She recalled what Situ Xuan had taught her: close her eyes, slow her breathing, and try to feel the presence of her dantian.

A moment later, Nan Xian let out a disappointed sigh.

Without Situ Xuan's spiritual power to connect and communicate, she simply couldn't have done it.

etc--!

Nan Xian suddenly thought of something, and her eyes lit up instantly.

She remembered Situ Ting saying that the instrument she had lain in was called a spiritual energy chamber.

Since it's called that, aren't those tiny specks of light that I absorbed precisely spiritual energy?!

If you can learn to control spiritual energy, wouldn't you be able to sense your dantian?

Thinking of this, Nan Xian was overjoyed. She opened her right hand, looking expectantly at her palm, imagining the scene of gathering power in her right hand.

At first, she didn't feel anything, but she didn't give up. Instead, she became more focused and concentrated all her attention on her palm.

Gradually, a unique warmth began to rise in her chest, a warmth like a spring breeze or hot spring water, slowly spreading to her limbs and dispelling the winter chill.

After the warmth subsided, Nan Xian quickly felt that all the pores on her body had opened up, and her five senses instantly became several times more acute.

A slight tickle from the back of my neck, the rustling of leaves as they swayed in the wind, the aroma of cooking smoke carried on the breeze, and the ever-approaching sound of footsteps—

She twitched her ears, opened her eyes, and turned around.

Yu Lin was caught off guard when she suddenly turned around. He stopped in his tracks and looked at her from a distance of a few meters. A blush of embarrassment appeared on his slightly pale and haggard face.

Nan Xian looked at him, and the scene from that morning flashed through her mind again—

She had just returned to the program crew after leaving the hospital when Yu Lin came knocking on her door.

He was very emotional and explained to her that he had not intentionally done anything to Lu Anna, let alone hurt her.

He cried and said, "Sister, please don't misunderstand me, I'm really not that kind of person!"

Nan Xian knew, of course, that he was being controlled by a demon. Seeing him crying so sadly, she gently comforted him, "I know you've only temporarily lost yourself. The one who hurt Lu Anna isn't the real you."

Unexpectedly, Yu Lin immediately stopped crying after hearing these words. He stared at her intently for a long time—

"Sister, they don't believe me... Only you truly understand me. Tell me, you also have some feelings for me, right?"

......

The shouts of villagers came from not far away. Nan Xian came back to her senses, calmly withdrew her outstretched palm, stood up straight, and asked, "Is there something you need?"

Yu Lin sensed her deliberately distant tone, his eyelashes drooping slightly to conceal the fleeting loneliness in his eyes.

"Teacher Langzhuo has already prepared dinner and asked me to call you back," he said.

Nan Xian nodded, and the two walked towards the Qiao family home, one after the other.

They remained silent the whole way until they were about to enter the door, when Yu Lin suddenly stopped and didn't move.

Nan Xian also stopped in her tracks. Her gaze swept over his clenched fists hanging by his sides, and she couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Children's feelings...

He paused for about five seconds, then turned around as if he had made up his mind.

Without anyone noticing, his eyes had turned bloodshot, even glistening with tears, filled with a strong sense of stubbornness and resentment.

"elder sister--"

Nan Xian raised her hand to interrupt him, "Yu Lin, I already answered you this morning, we can't be together, you don't need to waste your time on me anymore."

Yu Lin took a step forward. "No! You haven't even tried, how do you know it's impossible for us?"

She remained calm and composed, saying, "First, I'm much older than you, which means our experiences, values, and perspectives are bound to be very different. Second, we don't really know each other, and your liking for me is very likely not genuine affection, but rather just infatuation. Finally, I've already been married once and have no intention of dating again. Besides, you're in the prime of your career, and getting involved with me wouldn't benefit you at all, and might even be detrimental to your development... Therefore, you and I are destined to have no future."

“None of what you’ve said is a problem!” Yu Lin raised his voice unconsciously, his eyes burning like a little wolf that refused to admit defeat.

"First, you are only three years, nine months, and fifteen days older than me. There's an old saying, 'A woman three years older than you is a lucky man,' and I think this age difference is just right. As for your experience and values... if you want me to be more mature, I will learn and change for you!"

"Secondly, getting to know someone takes time. You won't even give me a chance, so how can I get to know you? And I'm very clear about my feelings. My feelings for you aren't just simple liking. I've liked you for many, many years. When I found out you officially announced your marriage, I got myself completely drunk and didn't speak to anyone for a whole month... Tell me, if this doesn't count as liking someone, then what does?"

"Third, I don't care how many relationships you've had or how many times you've been married. To me, divorce means the end, and there's no need to bring up things that are over. And you think dating you will affect my career? Let me tell you clearly, I entered the entertainment industry for you, so for you, I can give up this career without hesitation—"

Hearing this, Nan Xian could no longer hold back. She frowned, raised her eyes, and looked disapprovingly at the little wolf in front of her, whose emotions were clearly out of control.

"Yu Lin, don't say things in anger." She exhaled and tried to soften her voice. "You're not a child anymore. You should learn to think about things in a more mature and rational way... You need to understand that emotions are not everything in life. Don't do things that you'll regret just for a moment of pleasure."

Yu Lin paused for a second, then suddenly realized something, a look of realization flashed across his flushed face, followed by a self-deprecating smile.

"You said I need to be more mature and rational... does that mean in your eyes, I'm just an immature little kid, right?"

"I--"

Before she could say anything more, he suddenly strode forward, his gaze heavy and filled with intense pressure. Nan Xian was startled and forced to retreat.

He pressed on, his voice hoarse as he questioned, "So who do you think is more rational and more mature? Your ex-husband He Mingxiao, or that Xiao Jianfeng?"

Seeing his appearance, Nan Xian felt helpless and disappointed, not understanding how things had developed like this. Just as she opened her mouth to say something, she suddenly heard a very familiar and steady male voice behind her.

"Of course it's me, He Mingxiao."