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Jiang Fei sat quietly on the bed with her knees drawn up to her chest, her gaze fixed on the window. Through the half-open window, she could vaguely see Wunian Mountain in the distance.

She didn't know Yun Jue's whereabouts, but his favorability rating was always fluctuating and never settled.

During this period, Xin Qi provided her with life-saving energy almost every day to maintain the survival of this physical body.

It's a pity that a body without a heart is like rotten wood that has long since decayed; even if life force is injected, it can only provide temporary relief before it is quickly exhausted.

Although Xin Qi's magical power was great, his life force would eventually run out.

Xin Qi knew this better than anyone else.

When Jiang Fei woke up that day, she saw Xin Qi's face again. He was gently embracing her, his face was sickly pale, his eyes were increasingly sunken, and he was so weak that he was almost transparent.

Jiang Fei shifted her body, and Xin Qi woke up almost immediately. His expression became flustered for a moment, and he suddenly tightened his grip, as if afraid that she would leave.

Jiang Fei let out a low hum.

Xin Qi quickly reacted, loosening his grip considerably. However, when he met her gaze, his body stiffened slightly, and he gradually released his hold on her, slowly getting up and getting off the bed.

He remembered that she no longer liked, and even disliked, his touch.

However, after getting off the bed, his weak body suddenly staggered, and he almost fell to the ground.

Jiang Fei sat up and looked at him quietly.

“I’m fine,” Xin Qi said almost immediately.

He knew she wouldn't care whether he was alright or not, and she wouldn't respond to him.

But by saying those words first, he could deceive himself... she was still worried about herself.

Just like when they were in Wandering Town, she worried about his daily divine punishment.

Even if it's just self-deception.

The woman on the bed remained silent.

Xin Qi suppressed the bitterness in his heart, got up and walked towards the door.

But the next instant...

"Hmm." The woman's very soft voice came from behind her.

Xin Qi froze, staring at Jiang Fei in disbelief.

This is the only response she has given herself in all this time.

Jiang Fei was also looking at him... with a 99% favorability rating above his head, his expression remained completely unchanged.

But for Xinqi, that "hmm" just now was like heavenly music.

"Tonight is the Lantern Festival, it will be very lively, shall we go together?" Xin Qi asked cautiously.

Jiang Fei fell silent again.

Xin Qi didn't say anything more, and just walked out quietly.

He needs more spiritual herbs to replenish his vitality.

He knew that his own life was not enough to sustain their relationship for long, but until he found a way to save her, this was the only thing he could do.

As long as he lives, there is absolutely no possibility that she will perish.

Night is approaching.

Because of the Lantern Festival, the already bustling Youfang Town became even more prosperous.

Pedestrians carried colorful lanterns in their hands, and even some minor immortal cultivators who had secretly descended from the mountain were joining in the festivities among the crowd.

Two or three children ran past laughing and playing, leaving behind only a trail of joyful sounds.

Xin Qi sat downstairs at the inn, waiting quietly.

Occasionally, he would glance at the men and women walking hand in hand, and even those he once looked down upon as the lowest of mortals, he would begin to envy them.

He and Jiang Fei were once like that too.

She had walked beside him, her eyes sparkling, blushing at his occasional concern, unaware that it was all just deliberate manipulation.

Everything that's happening now is just retribution.

Night was falling.

Xin had no idea how long he had been waiting. It wasn't until the people of the Hundred Lantern Festival began to return that he realized the festival was about to end.

The couple who went together returned together.

The woman now carried a lantern and followed the man beside her, half shy and half happy.

Xin Qi's gaze fell on the lantern, and after a long while, he looked at the empty staircase.

What others have, Fei Fei should have too.

He got up and headed towards the door.

Just then, a faint, barely noticeable footstep came from the stairwell.

Ke Xinqi stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat. After a long while, he slowly turned around and stared blankly at the woman who was walking slowly out of the second-floor guest room.

Her white robes were like smoke and mist, and her long hair was like the finest silk. However, her face was pale, and her eyes were calm and still.

Jiang Fei.

“Feifei…” Xin Qi murmured.

Jiang Fei had already walked up to him, glanced at the doorway, and then said, "The Lantern Festival is over."

"It doesn't matter……"

Although Jiang Fei was puzzled, there was no further emotional fluctuation in her eyes, only a still, stagnant pool.

Xin Qi laughed, stepped forward, carefully took her hand, and walked outside.

The Lantern Festival is drawing to a close. A few vendors are packing up their trinkets. In the distance, lanterns dot the sky, and the market is already asleep.

The people who were performing with the fire dragon in front of them also put the fire dragon away.

Jiang Fei quietly observed the remaining splendor, her expression remaining indifferent.

Just then, someone gently tapped his shoulder.

Jiang Fei turned her head and saw Xin Qi, wearing a blue beast mask, standing behind her, still holding a mask in his hand, which he offered to her.

Jiang Fei lowered her eyes, looking at Dai Mian with a slight pause.

Xin Qi tightened his grip on the mask: "You used to treat me the same way."

Even though she was wearing a mask, her bright eyes alone were enough to make anyone recognize her.

Jiang Fei was stunned.

After a long while, he reached out and took the noodles.

Xin Qi's eyes were filled with surprise.

Jiang Fei held the package and stared at it for a while when a voice suddenly came from ahead: "A very fruitful night!"

Jiang Fei turned his gaze and saw a vendor dressed in indigo linen clothes picking up bamboo arrows that had fallen to the ground, with neatly arranged pottery pots beside him.

Pitch-pot.

Xin Qi followed her gaze, his expression slightly taken aback, as memories flooded back: "Do you want to play?" he asked in a low voice, "I'll go buy bamboo arrows."

"No need..." Jiang Fei didn't finish her sentence, but Xin Qi had already walked towards the vendor, said something, and came back with two quivers of arrows in his hand.

"Here you go." Xin Qi handed one of the bamboo arrow tubes to Jiang Fei, a smile always on his lips.

Jiang Fei glanced at him: "I don't need you anymore, Xin Qi."

Xin Qi tightened his grip slightly, but still stubbornly extended it in front of her.

Jiang Fei paused for a while before finally taking the bamboo arrow.

Xin Qi's favorability rating shifted slightly.

Jiang Fei lowered her eyes, raised her eyebrows slightly, turned to look at the pottery jars, and then looked at Xin Qi.

Xin Qi smiled and nodded at her.

But the next moment, Xin Qi's smile froze completely.

The bamboo arrow missed its target.

He finally understood what Jiang Fei meant by "It's not needed now."

She is no longer the same person who could easily hit someone with magic.

Long before he stabbed her with his sword, she was nothing more than a mortal with only a spiritual body.

Jiang Fei reached out to continue throwing the arrows into the pot, but his wrist was grabbed.

Jiang Fei was puzzled.

“We’re not voting anymore.” Xin Qi’s voice was hoarse, and then he took her hand and walked back the way they came.

Jiang Fei let him lead her, remaining silent throughout.

Xin Qi's steps were not fast, and after an unknown amount of time, he suddenly stopped.

Jiang Fei turned his head and saw an endless expanse of grass and trees in front of him, as well as fireflies dancing among them.

Just like the one she gave him back then.

Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow, knowing that Xin Qi wanted to relive the past, but she never expected that he would remember even the smallest details of the past so clearly.

Xin Qi reached out, and a firefly landed on his fingertip.

He presented it to her as if it were a precious treasure.

Jiang Fei looked at the firefly and chuckled softly after a long while. She reached out to take the firefly, but in the next instant, her face turned pale, her breathing became difficult, and she collapsed weakly forward.

Xin Qi was shocked and hurriedly embraced her waist, but the life force in her chest was draining away even faster.

The firefly on her fingertip was startled and disappeared. Xin Qi's hand trembled as he pressed his palm against hers, continuously channeling life force into her body.

"Don't let anything happen to you..." he murmured softly, his voice trembling.

"Feifei, you'll be alright..."

As he spoke, his voice was filled with panic, and his body stiffened like iron. Only when he noticed that her cold body was breathing steadily did he stop, hug her tightly, and bury his face in her shoulder.

“Feifei…” After a long while, a low, hoarse voice, choked with sobs, escaped from the depths of his throat.

He didn't know how to save her.

He had no other choice.

He was a complete waste, having cultivated his magical powers to this extent, yet he couldn't even save the person he loved.

As the sky gradually turned a pale white, the woman in his arms slowly woke up.

Xin Qi almost immediately lowered his eyes: "Feifei?"

She finally woke up.

She slept for two hours.

Jiang Fei's eyes were initially blank, but when she saw him, a glimmer of light appeared in them: "Xin Qi..." her voice was low and soft.

It's just like...when they first met.

Xin Qi's fingers trembled violently as he stared intently at her.

The next moment, he lowered his head and gently kissed her pale lips, which were still trembling, but full of devotion.

At that moment, however, the clouds and mist surged behind them, and waves of spiritual energy, accompanied by the sound of wind, swept in, with golden immortal light mixed with crimson.

The man's voice rang out, cold and sinister: "What are you doing?"