Shi Jinzhe was locked up by Mu Bai until sunset. She He waited outside until the flowers withered. Finally, when the petals opened, Shi Jinzhe swayed and fell straight down face down.

Shekh caught him just in time. "Are you still able to adapt?"

Shi Jinzhe straightened up with the help of the weight: "...Not bad."

"You're feeling good. Let's call it a day." Mu Bai patted his shoulder and looked up at the night sky. "You guys go find a place to rest. Don't worry about me. I have other things to do."

"..."

Shi Jinzhe felt as if his entire skeleton had been repeatedly disassembled and reassembled. He was so tired that he couldn't speak and could only watch as Mu Bai turned and walked into the giant tree in the lake.

Seeing this, I swallowed my words when I thought of asking him where he was going that night.

Shekh helped him up. "Where are we going?"

This valley didn't look like a place where people could rest and spend the night, so she and Shi Jinzhe couldn't possibly sleep under the open sky.

Furthermore, there are still potential dangers in this world, so even if Mu Bai wakes up, they cannot let their guard down.

It's important to understand that when someone feels safe, that's when real danger is most likely to strike; vigilance should never be relaxed.

"I'll take..." Shi Jinzhe was about to say that he would take out the safe house in 602 when he heard Mu Bai, who had walked away, say, "Go south, there's a treehouse over there."

So there really is a place to stay...

Shi Jinzhe gestured to Shekh: Shall we go?

That treehouse must be where Mu Bai and Bai Weishuang lived; it's practically his home. He wants to go and see it.

Seeing the emotion in his eyes, Shekh changed direction and headed south with Shi Jin.

There weren't many trees in the center of the valley. The two walked through the flowers under the cover of night and came to a slope. Soon they saw a giant tree at the top of the slope.

The treehouse was very tall, and you could tell from a distance that it was quite large.

Upon arriving under the tree, Shi Jinzhe could clearly see the open-air platform extending overhead, with twisted vines forming a fence on the outside and two rattan chairs placed side by side inside.

The treehouse, without any lights on, looked particularly desolate. After wandering around to the side of the giant tree, one could see that the hanging vines had transformed into a spiral staircase for people to walk on.

The trees were so tall that, halfway through their walk, the two felt as if the distance between them had become closer when they looked at the stars.

The wind was a bit cool from the treetops. Pushing open the long-sealed wooden door, I was surprised to find that instead of the dust that one might expect from constant wear and tear, the interior was surprisingly warm and inviting.

In the neatly organized room, a bunch of fresh green valley irises were placed on the table, their flowers blooming vigorously.

Shi Jinzhe touched the petal with his hand and sensed the life force left by Mu Bai.

"He not only spared a little energy to preserve his mother's health, but also to maintain the house."

Schech opened a door: "I recognize this room; I've stayed here before."

"You've lived here before?" Shi Jinzhe asked curiously as he approached Shehe.

The room was very simple, with an open-air balcony. There was only a single bed inside, but it was covered with many strange wooden toys.

Shekh picked up a small wooden snake. "It's all for you."

She had only been here once. This room was originally intended for Shi Jinzhe, but due to his special circumstances, Bai Weishuang had no choice but to take him away from this world.

When the time is up and things are no longer available, these things become useless.

“It doesn’t necessarily mean it’s me.” Shi Jinzhe picked up the small animal figurines on the bed. “When you came here, I wasn’t here yet. You were the first person to move in, so this is for you.”

Shekh didn't like arguing with him about these things, so he put down what he was holding and wandered around the house.

She had some vague impressions of the place, especially when she saw the kitchen, some unpleasant memories automatically surfaced in her mind.

"What's wrong? Why are you staring at the kitchen? Are you hungry?"

“No…” Shekh hesitated before speaking, “I just remembered the vegetable leaves your mother used to make. I’d rather just eat wild vegetables.”

A seemingly complicated process resulted in a dish that was less delicious than eating raw food. The culinary skill was so exquisite that it was worlds apart from that of Shi Jinzhe.

"That's really exaggerated?"

“It’s true.” Sheh gestured to Shi Jinzhe, “It’s a brownish-green paste, and the steam rising from it has a sour and bitter taste.”

Shi Jinzhe raised an eyebrow: "You ate...?"

"Two bites." Shekh felt sick just thinking about the taste. He took out a piece of candy from his ring. "I was the only one who ate it after she made it. Your father didn't eat any."

"..." Shi Jinzhe touched his forehead. Mu Bai wouldn't eat it either. This was a kind of awfulness that even true love couldn't hide: "If you can't eat porridge, then what will you eat?"

"Your mother was probably bought from the item shop. As for your father... I've never seen him eat anything."

Shehe recalled that Shi Jinzhe rarely mentioned being hungry. In the beginning, he carried her through dungeons every day, expending so much energy, yet he only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge each day, showing no signs of hunger.

I don't have any particular need for food, and I mostly eat with her...

It's as if he's following a programmed routine when he eats; whether he eats a lot or a little, whether he's hungry or full, has no effect on him.

Shekh asked, "Are you hungry?"

"It's alright." Shi Jinzhe took some food out of his ring. "If you're hungry, we can eat."

“You…” Shekh’s eyes probing, “I heard a line in a storybook before that went something like this.”

Shi Jinzhe looked over, waiting for her to continue.

"The softest thing in the world is the Qi, and the cultivation of internal energy uses Qi as a guide to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into one's own body."

"The Tao Te Ching?" Shi Jinzhe chuckled briefly. "These three words seem completely out of place between us. Why would you listen to this?"

"That's not the point."

Shekh combined what she had heard in books and seen online to form her own opinion, and said seriously, "Aren't you the one they're talking about, that..."

"What?"

"The fairy who drinks dew."

"Cough cough!"

Shi Jinzhe was stunned.

"What kind of strange statement is this?" he asked, pointing to himself. "You mean me?"

Yes, you.

This statement was so funny that it was impossible not to laugh. Shi Jinzhe tried to hold back but couldn't, so he tilted his head back and covered his face with his hands to laugh.

After he had finished laughing, he asked under Shekh's speechless gaze, "Where did you get this strange idea, a fairy who drinks dew?"

“Isn’t that right?” Shekh explained the doubts to him one by one, and then concluded, “You see, don’t you never feel hungry?”

"Hmm, what you said makes some sense."

"So I was right."

"By the way, you can say what I am, and that's what I am."

Shi Jinzhe conjured up a string of red flowers for her, plucked a small red flower, and stuffed it into Shehe's mouth. "Try it, it's very sweet."

Shekh leaned back, somewhat disbelievingly removed the flower from his lips, looked at it, and tentatively put it back in his mouth.

The nectar from the flower's tail enters the mouth with a single suck; it has a moderate sweetness, a very natural aroma, and is somewhat addictive.

She plucked another flower and put it in her mouth: "Why are you giving me this?"

Shi Jinzhe stuffed a handful of water into her arms: "This is floral water given to you by a fairy. After you drink it, you will be a fairy."