My arch-nemesis, after losing his memory, insisted that we had dated for 5 years.

Wei Laiyi and Zhong Chu came out excitedly, only to see Xi Wang and Gui Pa waiting outside...? The two looked at him in disbelief three times before finally confirming that they weren't mistaken. Okay, it really was Gui Pa, and Jin He, kneeling and panting heavily next to Xi Wang, was completely bewildered.

"You guys are amazing, you came out so much earlier than us."

“No.” Xi Wang shook his head helplessly, pointing his chin at the half-dead Jin. Although he didn’t say it outright, Wei Laiyi, who knew his junior brother’s personality, understood. He chuckled and grabbed Jin He’s braid, launching into a mocking tone, “The old cunning one can’t figure out is someone like you.”

Jin He glared at him, "Get out!"

"No respect for elders."

"You have disrespected your elder brother!"

The way these two fellow disciples interacted was truly hilarious; even the composed Zhong Chu couldn't help but purse her lips. She asked her junior brother, "Where are you going?"

"We only made it to the third attraction. We were so unlucky; we were teleported to really scary places."

No wonder.

"Sister Zhong, what does 'Hidden Bone Mountain' look like?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Chu and Wei Laiyi smiled knowingly, "It's wonderful, you should experience it for yourselves when you have the chance."

"Come on," Wei Laiyi laughed, "Jin He is so scared, he won't last more than a few scary tourist spots."

The person who was singled out and mocked revealed a murderous glint in his eyes. He was about to retort when Xi Wang stopped him, saying, "Let's do it together again next time."

Wei Laiyi's gaze swept back and forth between the two of them. After returning, he asked Jin He, "What's going on?"

"What...what's going on?"

"Still pretending?" Wei Laiyi nudged him lightly with his elbow. "You and Xiao Wang—"

"Tsk," Jinhe walked away impatiently, "Don't use your wing roots to elbow me." Recalling what happened in the illusion, his tone became hesitant, "No, I didn't..."

"I haven't said anything yet." Wei Laiyi grinned slyly. Jin He, wanting to avoid the sight, covered his ears and turned away, eventually pulling the blanket over his head.

What happened?

Lying in bed, he stared at his hands and tried to clasp them together, but there was nothing particularly special about it.

"Senior brother, can I borrow your hand?" Wei Laiyi, who was just about to drift off to sleep, suddenly heard this and offered his hand without thinking. Feeling a few more fingers slip between his fingers, he instantly lost all sleepiness and quickly pulled his hand back, startled. "I'm straight! I already have your Sister Zhong!"

"You think you're so great, using you as an experiment? Who cares about you!" Jin He rolled his eyes and rolled back into his bed.

That's strange.

I didn't feel anything when I shook hands with my senior.

How does it feel?

It's hard to describe. It's a little itchy, and also tingly, like an electric current running through my fingertips, along my meridians to my heart, making my heart pound... Thinking of this, Jin He involuntarily clutched his chest; his heart was still beating strongly and rapidly. How strange.

“Xi… Wang…?” After saying that, his heart started beating even faster.

...

"Senior Brother Xi, your knife is fixed. The craftsman asked you to—" The disciple in the same room opened the door but didn't see Xi Wang. He scratched his head and said, "What's wrong with Senior Brother Xi lately? I never see him."

Zhong Chu, who was passing by, overheard this and had a general idea in his mind—he must have gone out to play with Jin He again.

As she had expected, two people were indeed squatting on the roof of a house in the suburbs, plotting something.

"If you ask me, your Tianquan's method of robbing the rich to help the poor is direct but too inefficient."

Xi Wang countered, "Then, according to you, what kind of method would be considered effective?"

Jin He raised an eyebrow. "Let me show you."

After saying that, he began to observe the passersby and quickly selected a "lucky one".

"First, we'll use the wind to pinpoint the location of his purse," Jin He said as he climbed off the roof.

"Then pretend to bump into him, and when he's not looking, slip your hand into his pocket." He gave Xi Wang a wink, and all he heard was, "Hey, why did you bump into me?" The passerby walked by cursing, while Jin He raised his prize triumphantly.

When he returned, Xi Wang was standing with his arms crossed, looking like he was interrogating him. "Is this the more efficient method you mentioned?"

"uh-huh."

Xi Wang noticed something was wrong. "Hey? Where's the wallet?" Wasn't it just in Jin He's hands a moment ago?

Jin He said, "It was just a demonstration. After the demonstration, we put him back. He's just someone who can barely fill his stomach. It's a pity. If we had run into a scoundrel with a gold ingot hanging from his waist, I guarantee that everyone we went to today would have food to eat!"

"He's quite principled," Xi Wangxin thought.

"When did you put it back? I didn't see it."

"Want to know?" Jin He smiled and leaned closer—he might really be under some kind of spell, always feeling happier the closer he got to Li Xiwang.

Xi Wang nodded: "Mm." It was visibly that the distance between the two was shrinking, almost to the point where their noses were touching. At this moment, Jin He suddenly stopped and said with a mischievous smile: "I won't tell you."

"Heh." Xi Wang's hand reached for the hilt of the knife, but Jin He reflexively jumped away. "You can't play like this! You can't cut me with a knife just because I didn't tell you."

"I won't cut you." The cold blade slapped against his face, and Jin He instinctively flinched. Xi Wang's face was inches away, carrying a barely perceptible cunning. "Want me to tattoo a pretty design on you?"

"Go! Go! Go!"

Zhong Chu, watching this scene from afar, felt both gratified and subtly uneasy.

*

Jin He and his companions had made a presumptuous promise to go to the flower sea in Qinghe, where the flowers were in full bloom.

However, he waited for a long time at Linjin Ferry but did not see Xi Wang. He became suspicious and sent three pigeons to the residence of the disciples of Tianquan but did not receive a response.

Could something have happened? This thought made Jin He uneasy, and he took a step to go find someone.

Just then, someone called out to him from behind, and when he turned around, he saw Zhong Chu.

"Sister Zhong—"

"He's fully recovered." Those four words left Jin He stunned, as if struck by lightning. Xi Wang…he'd regained his memories?

Zhong Chu explained the situation concisely, but Jin He wouldn't listen at all.

He thought: Xi Wang has regained his memories, that's good. But then what? How will he treat him now that he's regained his memories? Does he remember what happened during his amnesia? What is their relationship now? Friends? Companions? Or… enemies?

Seeing the young man's ever-changing expression, Zhong Chu guessed what he was thinking and felt even more apologetic. It was her, it was all her fault that the feelings between the two of them had become impure. It was she who had led the two children's relationship down a difficult path!

“Sister Zhong,” Jin He interrupted her, forcing a smile, “you don’t need to blame yourself. Xi Wang and I… were destined to reach this point.” They were supposed to be like this after their last argument, so everything is back on track. He no longer needs to play the role of Xi Wang’s so-called “heroic couple,” and Xi Wang won’t have a mental breakdown—a happy ending for everyone!

Jin He thought so.

But why can't he laugh?

Why do I feel resentful?

...

"Senior Brother Xi, you've locked yourself in your room for days. Why don't you eat something?"

Inside, Xi Wang buried his face in his hands, unable to recall the foolish things he had done during that time. Who had he mistaken for a chivalrous couple? Jin He!

Why him of all people?!

Why the golden wings?!

The more he tried to avoid recalling it, the more that damned memory swelled, making it impossible for him to think about anything else.

The ten fingers gripping his face tightened, leaving shocking red marks on his forehead. His peripheral vision caught sight of the envelope beside him; Xi Wang stiffened, turning his head, his eyes bloodshot, and gritted his teeth as he pulled the letter out and tore it to shreds.

It's all because of you!

He thought.

It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, how could I have...?

Good heavens.

Why did I play such a joke on him?

*

Wei Laiyi noticed that Jin He had been unusually leisurely lately, and he was rarely seen at the old post.

"Hey, busy?" He walked over to Jin He, who had been weaving straw sandals for an hour but hadn't finished.

The latter remained silent, continuing to weave shoes that were making no progress.

"Xi Wangkang is back, you should be happy." Unable to stand it any longer, Wei Laiyi simply took over the rest of the work, stopping him from ruining the materials any further. "Weren't you unhappy before?"

“Yes,” Jin He repeated mechanically, “I should be happy.”

Wei Laiyi paused, sensing something amiss, and asked, "You...you're really interested?"

"No!" Wei Laiyi didn't rush to refute, shrugging his shoulders. "Okay, nothing's been done. So what are you still hesitating about?"

"I'm upset because I didn't get to go to the flower field."

"Then let's go."

"oh."

Wei Laiyi: "???"

"No way, you're actually going if I tell you to? What about all the work?"

"Didn't you take over?"

"..." A passing disciple watched as Senior Brother Wei angrily threw the half-finished straw sandals into the basket. "So I've been taken advantage of!"

...

The sea of ​​flowers is vast, with colorful blossoms blooming one after another. A young hero once spoke highly of Qinghe in Kaifeng, and ever since then, Jin He has longed to visit Qinghe's sea of ​​flowers, but has never had the chance.

He's here now, but he still can't be happy.

If Xi Wang were here—Jin He shook his head violently, why was he thinking about him!

But as if fate were playing a cruel joke, he suddenly saw a familiar figure on his way to the wooden house in the flower field. Almost instantly, Jin He recognized who it was, and overjoyed, he ran towards the wooden house.

"Senior brother!"

Dozens of steps away from that person, another man dressed in Tianquan attire ran ahead of him and reached Xi Wang's side. He held something up for Xi Wang to see. After looking at it, the latter's lips curled into a smile, and he patted his junior brother's shoulder encouragingly.

The two turned around, and Xi Wang's expression froze the moment he saw Jin He, the slight smile on his lips quickly disappearing. This action did not escape Jin He's eyes, who had been observing him the whole time. An indescribable bitterness surged through his chest, and the wariness in Xi Wang's eyes felt like needles piercing his heart.

Upon seeing Jin He dressed like a member of a low-class sect, the Tianquan disciple immediately drew his sword, shouting, "You bastards from the Dog Tower Sect, what are you doing everywhere!"

Xi Wang stopped him and whispered something, and the disciple reluctantly sheathed his sword.

As the two brushed past each other, Jin He subconsciously moved his fingers, only to find his hand empty.

Jin He couldn't help but swear until he could no longer hear any footsteps.

"Damn it!" He turned and stared intently in the direction Xi Wang had left, his chest heaving with rage. "You came with him but didn't keep your appointment with me. Wasn't I the one who made the appointment with you?!"

...

"...Senior brother, are you alright?" the Tianquan disciple asked cautiously.

Xi Wang clenched his fists tightly, his whole body trembling.

Upon hearing this, he nodded wearily and said, "Let's go. Go back to the camp and hand over the evidence to the hall master."

"yes!"

*

Two junior sisters from the Nine Streams Sect had their storybooks confiscated by their senior brother, Jin, for neglecting their training. They thought they would never get them back, but one day, their senior brother returned the storybooks to them and also asked them a question: "What are your views on love between men?"

The two girls looked at each other, then asked, "Love is love, and not loving is not loving. What does it have to do with whether someone is a boy or a girl?"

Is that so?

Oh, I see.

When Jin He was criticized by the sect leader for the seventh time, Wei Laiyi finally couldn't hold back anymore, "What are you thinking? Do you even want to stay in the sect?"

Jin He slowly lifted his eyelids, and the dark circles and bloodshot eyes under his eyes startled Wei Laiyi, who was preparing to interrogate him. "What's wrong?" Compared to his performance, his junior brother's condition was more worrying.

"I..." Jin He choked up as soon as he opened his mouth, looking helplessly at his senior brother, and said incoherently, "Xi Wang is ignoring me, and I am very sad. Senior brother, you are right, I just... I just fell in love."

"..." Wei Laiyi fell silent, no longer scolding him, and silently made up for the shortfall in Jin He's performance.

Jin He did try to contact Xi Wang.

Sometimes, he would disguise himself as a Tianquan disciple and sneak into the Tianquan camp, where he could exchange a few words with Xi Wang. But he soon stopped using this trick because he realized that Xi Wang would only talk to the person he was disguised as, but would not communicate with Jin He himself. The stark contrast made Jin He extremely uncomfortable, as if his heart and lungs were being squeezed tightly, making it hard for him to breathe.

Later, he stopped caring about any rules or regulations—after all, Wei Laiyi had said that rules are rigid, but people are flexible—and swaggered over to Tianquan several times, staring at Xi Wang from afar like a lovesick fool. Sometimes, if he didn't hide well, he would get a cold glare from Xi Wang.

Later, Xi Wang discovered him again. The latter, unable to bear it any longer, threw the envelope containing shredded paper at Jin He and gritted his teeth, saying, "Don't bother me again!"

Jin He picked up the envelope, puzzled. Back home, he pieced it together bit by bit and discovered it was a letter seeking peace. The elegant language and words conveyed a raw and unvarnished emotion.

Jin He stared at the thing in a daze for a long time—everything made sense now. Xi Wang mistakenly thought that he had put the letter in there, which was why he was angry, and because of the letter, he mistook Jin He for that kind of relationship with him...

It's all your fault! Jin He stared intently at the tattered letter.

But he found the handwriting somewhat familiar...

*

That night, it rained heavily.

Xi Wangman was feeling very agitated, so he went outside to get some fresh air while holding an umbrella.

He was standing by the stream next to the camp when he suddenly felt something tug at his trouser leg. He thought it was a bush, but when he looked down, he saw a small mouse carrying a bundle on its back.

He recognized the mouse; it was Jinhe's.

Xi Wang frowned. "Did he send you?"

The mouse squeaked twice and tilted its head to look at Xi Wang.

"He's not in now?"

"squeak!"

That's strange.

Whether it was disappointment or something else, seeing the mouse's fur soaked by the rain, Xi Wang felt a pang of pain in his heart and tilted the umbrella towards it. The mouse, adept at reading people's expressions, dragged its bundle and huffed and puffed as it climbed up Xi Wang's leg.

Xi Wang couldn't bear to watch any longer, so he unwrapped the mouse and put it on his shoulder.

"What's that so heavy?" He was stunned when he opened it. It was a round cantaloupe.

"..."

"Squeak?" Suddenly, tears welled up in the man's eyes, and the mouse frantically tried to wipe them away with its paws.

“It’s hopeless,” Xi Wang said, his tone full of self-disappointment. “I’m not angry with him, I’m angry with myself. I hate that I lost my composure for someone without knowing why, I hate that I fell for someone who always teases me. I didn’t know how to face him, so I just said something harsh: we should never see each other again. That way, we won’t have to face each other.”

...

Jin He stood not far away, the heavy rain soaking him to the bone.

Watching Xi Wang's retreating figure, he felt both angry and helpless.

How can we just let it go like this?

*

"Sir, would you like to try our 'Lost Illusion' again? We've improved it this time, so there won't be several terrifying scenes in a row."

As Jin He walked down the street, he was stopped by several familiar disciples of the Moshan Dao sect.

He glanced at the iridescent door and, as if possessed, agreed. In the blink of an eye, Jinhe was back in the illusion.

The first scenic spot was beautiful, called "Butterfly Fairy". Butterflies of all colors fluttered around, taking away some of the melancholy that Jinhe had been feeling for many days.

The second attraction is very challenging in terms of mindset and basic physical strength, because those who enter must traverse rugged mountains, making it impossible to use any kind of light-footed skills.

The third one is "a mirror within a mirror, a dream within a dream," where Jin He enters another illusion within an illusion and has a very warm dream.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

After passing the eighth one, Jinhe finally realized something was wrong.

The first eight didn't have any scary elements, and neither did the last one, so doesn't that mean the next three in a row are scary attractions?!

That damned liar!!!

...