Perhaps it was because of the rain, or perhaps it was because she had been holding on for several hours due to her injury and finally couldn't take it anymore, Jiang Cuo fainted after walking step by step to Jiang Fei and obediently calling her "sister".

Before he fainted, a slender, fair arm supported him, and a faint fragrance enveloped him.

In a daze, Jiang Cuo recalled the last time at the Jiang family home, knowing that he was going to ruin her, she still took him away from there;

There was also an earlier time when she stood in front of him and took the wine bottle that Jiang Lin threw at him;

Even earlier, in his childhood, he watched Wenjuan walk away hand in hand, his body covered in bruises, and she gently turned her head and gave him a smile...

Jiangcuo had a dream.

In his dream, he returned to the night he took Jiang Fei to the bar, where Jiang Fei nervously said to him: Xiao Cuo, let's go back.

Seeing the unease in her eyes, he stepped forward, took her hand, and nodded: Okay, let's go back.

They didn't go into the bar.

None of what happened later occurred.

She stayed by his side, and they never separated again.

Then, Jiang Cuo opened her eyes. All she saw was a stark white, filled with the smell of disinfectant. A blinding light shone in from the window beside her. On the sofa, a girl in a white dress sat casually flipping through a magazine on the table. Sunlight shone on her, making her look as if she were surrounded by a halo of light.

"You're awake?" came the nurse's voice from the doorway.

Jiang Fei closed the magazine, looked up at him, and met the boy's burning gaze, which he hadn't had time to conceal.

Jiang Cuo snapped out of his daze, looked at the medicine in the nurse's hand, and didn't say anything. But when the nurse came forward to apply the medicine to him, he stepped aside.

"You can't move around yet," the nurse hurriedly said. "Your shoulder has just been straightened, and there's also the back of your head..."

“It’s okay, no need to apply medicine,” he said to the nurse, but Jiang Cuo’s gaze remained fixed on Jiang Fei, his voice low and hoarse, “You already have so many scars on your body, a few more won’t matter.”

The nurse looked at him in astonishment.

Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow, placed the magazine on the table, and took the ointment from the nurse: "Thank you, he's having an attack, let me take care of it."

The nurse looked away, glanced at the girl in front of her, breathed a sigh of relief, gave some instructions, and left.

Jiang Fei sat by the hospital bed with the ointment in her hand, looking at Jiang Cuo: "Do you want to take it off yourself, or should I help you?"

Jiang Cuo's eyelashes fluttered, and after looking at her for a long time, he slowly took off his shirt.

In a way, Jiang Cuo was right. He did have a lot of scars on his body. His porcelain-white skin was covered with scars of all sizes, and there was a bruise on his back that was still bleeding.

Jiang Fei sat behind him, applying ointment with one hand and slowly massaging the bruises on his shoulder.

Jiang Cuo sat there with his back to her, his chest burning and his heart pounding.

“There are no scars here.” Jiang Fei’s hand slowly landed on his shoulder.

Jiang Cuo's back trembled slightly.

"Xiao Cuo," Jiang Fei suddenly called out to him.

Jiang Cuo tilted his head slightly to look at her.

Jiang Fei stood up, reached out and stroked his slightly raised cheek, then slowly placed her hand on his Adam's apple. Watching his eyes gradually become hazy, she leaned down and gently kissed his half-open eyelids.

“I’ve heard,” Jiang Fei murmured, “that kissing someone’s eyes is a way of hoping they will remember her forever.”

Jiang Cuo's eyes showed a moment of longing and confusion: "Of course I will..."

Jiang Fei interrupted him with a laugh: "But I don't believe it," her breath gradually falling on his ear and shoulder, her voice ambiguous, "That day, did you do this...?"

Jiang Cuo's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, his voice hoarse and his breathing rapid: "Sister..."

The next second, Jiang Fei bit down hard on his shoulder, and soon tasted blood.

Jiang Cuo, her body tense, chuckled softly, her voice tinged with panting: "Sister, are you feeling better now?"

Jiang Fei slowly released his grip, looked at the blood beads seeping from the bite mark, stuck out his tongue and rolled the blood beads into his mouth, then straightened up.

Jiang Cuo's breath hitched, and he gasped uncontrollably, tilting his head back slightly. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and a bead of sweat slid down his forehead. He still smiled and said, "Sister, I like it when you bite me."

Jiang Fei smiled and rewarded him by ruffling his hair.

After taking the medicine, Jiang Cuo finally succumbed to the overwhelming drowsiness and fell into a deep sleep. Jiang Fei walked out of the ward and turned to leave.

She returned to live in the Jiang family villa on the outskirts of the city, a place that few people knew about.

During the nearly one month that he was away, Jiang's father and Aunt Wen did not ask any questions, and Jiang Fei did not say anything either.

I only occasionally heard Aunt Wen say that Shen Fang hadn't been to the company for a while and had been staying in an apartment outside day and night, not seeing anyone. Meanwhile, Shen Fang's parents chose to divorce after another argument with him.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fei simply nodded to indicate that she understood.

After three days of silence, at 2 a.m. on the fourth day, I received a call from Song Yan.

Jiang Fei did not answer and cancelled the number the next day.

With the mission accomplished, she felt much more relaxed and spent the rest of the time at home with her father and Aunt Wen.

But after spending a long time in this world, it's inevitable to feel weary.

Tomorrow is the day Jiangcuo will be discharged from the hospital.

Jiang Fei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, her shadow faintly reflected in the window, with the lush scenery of the villa area outside.

[System: Host, are you planning to stay?]

"Hmm?" Jiang Fei asked, puzzled. "When did I decide to stay?"

[System: I thought the host had softened towards the mission target or someone unrelated to the target...]

Jiang Fei smiled and said, "Father Jiang and Aunt Wen are good people."

[System: So?]

“But the human body is too fragile for me,” she said, fixing her gaze on the faint shadows reflected in the French windows. “Everyone grows old and dies, and this body will gradually decay and wither away.”

"A person should grow old gracefully; that is a beautiful thing."

“What a pity,” Jiang Fei gently stroked the reflection in the French window, her fingertips feeling icy cold to the touch, “I’m not human.”

As time goes by, people can gradually become more detached and watch their bodies age.

But she couldn't. She wasn't human; her mindset was forever stuck at the age when she was still young.

Therefore, it takes a lot of courage for her to watch her own body age.

[System: The host intends to...]

Jiang Fei snapped out of her daze: "Jiang Cuo is being discharged tomorrow?"

[System: Yes.]

Jiang Fei smiled, said nothing, and turned to walk out of the villa.

She went to the cemetery, where there was a tombstone that she had prepared long ago.

Jiang Fei stood in front of the tombstone for a long time.

"Both Mr. Jiang and Aunt Wen are doing well, so there's no need to worry." Mr. Jiang's heart problem has completely healed, and Aunt Wen is gradually emerging from the shadow that Jiang Lin cast on her. Everything is moving in a positive direction.

“I left a document containing the Song and Shen families’ trade secrets, in case of emergency, to protect the Jiang family. Jiang’s father is so smart, he will definitely not be threatened again.”

After her parents divorced, the Shen family's power was greatly diminished. But just in case, she still had the system help her deal with the Shen family's confidential documents. As for the Song family's documents, she had seen them on Song Yan's desk some time ago.

Will you blame me?

The name on the tombstone could not possibly respond to her.

Jiang Fei stayed in the cemetery for a long time, so long that the cemetery staff came to ask her if she needed help.

Jiang Fei smiled and shook her head: "I'm just here to visit a friend I've never met before."

After saying that, she turned and left.

The staff looked at the girl's back with puzzlement. After a long while, they turned around and froze when they saw the tombstone.

The tombstone is very simple, with four large characters and a line of smaller characters:

The Tomb of Jiang Fei.

Therefore, on September 28th of year x.

This date is six months from now.

That evening, after returning to the villa, Jiang Fei personally cooked a table full of dishes, which amazed her father and Aunt Wen, who exclaimed that she had learned such skills.

She just smiled. She smiled all night, keeping the two of them company.

The three of them also opened a bottle of red wine, and their clinking of glasses was filled with laughter and joy.

Finally, when Jiang's father and Aunt Wen were tired, Jiang Fei said goodbye to them one by one.

She hugged Jiang's father and whispered, "Dad."

Then he hugged Aunt Wen and called out, "Mom."

Seeing Aunt Wen's surprised look and slightly red eyes, she patted her back comfortingly.

The two went to rest. Jiang Fei sat in the downstairs restaurant for a long time before getting up and leaving...

The next day was the day Jiangcuo was discharged from the hospital.

Jiang's father and Wenjuan came to the hospital together to take Jiang Cuo home.

Jiang Cuo followed behind Jiang's father and Wen Juan, watching their backs and then looking around. Jiang Fei was not there.

But what welled up in her heart was not disappointment, but... a strange feeling—given the personalities of Jiang's father and Wenjuan, they would definitely explain why Jiang Fei didn't come, but they didn't.

This feeling sent chills down his spine.

Finally, Jiang Cuo couldn't help but ask, "Where's my sister?"

Jiang's father and Wenjuan turned around and looked at him in surprise.

Jiang Cuo was also watching the two of them.

Finally, Wenjuan said, "Xiao Cuo, what did you say?"

Jiang Cuo looked at Wen Juan's puzzled gaze, his fingers trembling slightly: "Sister..."

Jiang's father and Wenjuan exchanged a puzzled look: "What sister? Xiaocuo, you don't have a sister."

Jiang Cuo's steps froze completely, his breath seemed to be frozen, and a chill rose from the soles of his feet, making his teeth chatter uncontrollably.

"Xiao Cuo..."

Before Wenjuan could say anything more, Jiang Cuo suddenly ran towards the Jiang family's house like a madman.

The Jiang family's villa remains in the same place, just as it was before.

Jiang Cuo rushed into the villa in a panic, heading straight for the bedroom on the second floor, but froze the moment he opened the bedroom door.

The bedroom was empty, decorated in a cool color scheme, like a typical uninhabited guest room.

The warm-toned bedding was gone, as were the teddy bear patterned pillows and the light blue gauze curtains on the French windows. Even the unsightly photo frame on the bedside table had disappeared.

It was as if no one had ever been there.

He went to the dressing room, the restroom, the kitchen, the break room...

He has gone through everything.

But he couldn't find it, he couldn't find anything.

He couldn't find any trace of her existence, as if... she had never existed at all.

Just like... everything before was nothing but his illusion.

"Xiao Cuo, what's wrong?" Wenjuan asked him worriedly at the door.

Jiang Cuo didn't speak, but just looked around anxiously.

He even wondered if he had already gone mad long ago, and if he was already a madman when Wenjuan brought him here!

Perhaps Jiang Fei is a character he imagined that never existed...

"Xiao Cuo?" Father Jiang was also puzzled.

Jiang Cuo could only gasp for breath, his legs trembling. He turned to walk towards the door, but fell to the ground with a "thud." He almost rolled and crawled to his feet, then staggered out the door.

He desperately needed proof that she had existed, that she had truly existed.

But the bustling streets were filled with cars, each one whizzing by like a man-eating beast, filling him with dread.

He didn't know where to go, aimlessly stumbling through the streets, nearly getting hit by cars several times, with constant complaints and low cries behind him...

But he wouldn't listen to any of it.

After a long while, Jiang Cuo eagerly took out her phone and dialed "1" with trembling fingers. She had said that this way she could find her and she would appear in front of her.

However, the cold female voice on the phone said that it was a disconnected number.

She was as if she had never existed...

Is it all just wishful thinking?

The next second, Jiang Cuo suddenly thought of something and ran frantically forward.

He found Chen Fang's apartment, pounded on the door desperately, grabbed his collar, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where's that photo?"

That photo, of Shen Fang leaning on her shoulder.

Shen Fang's face was frighteningly thin, and his eyes were devoid of any light. The photograph was neatly framed and placed on the coffee table, clearly being touched from time to time.

Jiang Cuo stared blankly at the photo. The girl was sitting on the boat, her eyebrows slightly curved, her eyes filled with tenderness.

He reached out and gently stroked the girl's cheek, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

She existed.

It really did exist...

Jiang Cuo returned to the Jiang family and tried his best to find any clues, but he couldn't find anything.

Wenjuan and Jiang's father do not remember Jiang Fei's existence; everything about her in the villa has vanished completely.

Even she... disappeared.

Jiang Cuo searched for three days and three nights, and by the end, almost everyone who saw him said he had gone mad.

Finally, he returned to his room, took off his shirt, and looked at the scar on his shoulder.

After a long while, she started crying and laughing, and in the end, what came out of her throat was like the mournful cry of a small animal.

That day, at the hospital, she told him to remember her forever.

From the very beginning, her disappearance... was premeditated.

Jiang Fei had planned to disappear from the very beginning, so she made her father and Wenjuan forget everything, so that the people she cared about wouldn't be sad.

Who...is she?

Where can he even look for her?

There was a light knock on the door, and Wenjuan and Jiang's father stood in the doorway: "Xiao Cuo, who is this sister you're talking about?"

Jiang Cuo looked at the two of them, and after a long while, he laughed: "I misspoke."

If this is what she wants, he will help her keep it a secret and help her love everyone she loves.

But when he closed the door, Jiang Cuo's eyes were completely empty.

The phone on the bed suddenly lit up.

Jiang Cuo turned his head and looked over. A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in his lifeless eyes. He quickly stepped forward and took the phone, but when he heard the other person's voice, his eyes completely dimmed and fell silent.

The other party said:

"Jiangcuo? I'm a staff member at the cemetery. Someone asked me to give you a call today."

Jiang Cuo went to the cemetery the next day, dressed in a neat suit and bow tie. He stood in front of her tombstone, looking at the tombstone with the strange date written on it, without even taking a photo.

He stayed in front of the tombstone from morning till night, and then until the next morning, when his clothes were soaked with dew, he finally stood up and smiled gently and obediently: "Sister."

Then, he turned around and went back to the Jiang family home.

Wenjuan was very worried about him, and he obediently comforted the two of them, only saying that he had just been discharged from the hospital and was not in good spirits, and that they should not worry.

Just before going upstairs, Jiang Cuo suddenly remembered something, turned around and said, "Mom, I want to change my surname."

Wenjuan looked at him in shock: "Xiao Cuo..." He finally called her "Mom".

Jiang Cuo laughed: "I want to change 'Jiang' to 'Jiang'." The Jiang in Jiang Fei.

Even though the words sounded the same, Wenjuan inexplicably understood them. She nodded vigorously, her voice choked with emotion: "...Okay."

Jiang Cuo changed his name half a month later. He had dinner with Jiang's father and Wen Juan, and then returned to the room where Jiang Fei used to stay, where he now lived.

The room had a faint fragrance, there were teddy bear pillows on the sofa, and the curtains of the French windows were light blue, just like in the past.

He reconstructed the past based on his memory.

As she closed the door, Jiang Cuo whispered, "Sister, I'm back."

Then, he sat on the sofa, hugging a cushion, curled up at the very back of the sofa like an infant returning to its mother's embrace.

Time passed slowly, and after an unknown amount of time, Jiang Cuo sat up from the sofa, looked around, and then went to the dressing room.

When she came out again, the "girl" in the white dress sat in front of the mirror, her voice deliberately lowered and gentle: "Was Xiao Cuo good today?"

"..."

What happened to Xiao Cuo today?

"..."

"Xiao Cuo, don't forget your sister."

This time, the boy's voice rang out: "...Okay."

...

Song Yan learned of Jiang Fei's disappearance the next day.

When he went to Jiang Cuo to interrogate him about Jiang Fei's whereabouts, Jiang Cuo was quietly studying.

Jiang Cuo did not stop his questioning, but instead gave him the answer casually: his sister had disappeared.

That's what he said.

Song Yan didn't understand what he meant by "disappeared," but he soon did.

Jiang Fei disappeared.

All that remains in this world is an empty tombstone; no one knows where she went.

Everything around continued as usual despite one person's disappearance; everyone remained the same.

Only him.

Only he began to gradually lose his mind, refusing to believe her disappearance.

Even Jiang Cuo tacitly accepted the fact that she had disappeared.

He cannot believe it.

He is still searching, searching day after day.

Because he is different from Jiang Cuo and Shen Fang.

One of them had a nearly ten-year engagement with Jiang Fei and enjoyed her well-known affection; the other lived in Jiang Fei's home and enjoyed the future she once had.

But he has too little.

It was too short-lived.

Until this day, Song Yan received a message from an unknown number: Mr. Song Yan, your umbrella is at the entrance of Siya Restaurant.

Siya Restaurant, the restaurant where he used to work, and also the restaurant where he first met Jiang Fei.

When Song Yan rushed to the restaurant like a madman, there was no one at the entrance, and a lonely old blue-gray umbrella stood by the door.

That day, Jiang Fei drugged him and took the umbrella. Now, the umbrella has returned, but she has disappeared.

Song Yan was stunned for a while before stepping forward and picking up the umbrella.

Just like... the umbrella he once gave to Jiang Fei, which she didn't take.

It's as if none of the events in between ever happened.

“Mr. Song?” A waiter came out and recognized him. “A Miss Jiang left you a message. She said she hoped that the last question she asked you would have a positive answer.”

One last question...

Song Yan's body swayed violently, and his vision flickered between light and darkness.

She asked him: Do you regret it?

Clutching his umbrella, Song Yan walked listlessly back the way he came.

He returned to the small villa and sat in the room where they had briefly lived together for a month.

They had embraced at their desks, kissed by the window, and slept in each other's arms in bed...

Do you regret it?

I do regret it.

He regretted not having the heart to chain him and her together;

He regretted that since he had been so greedy and twisted in wanting to be possessed by her, why had he indulged her in the first place?

She even regretted why, knowing he wasn't her favorite, she still couldn't help but beg for his affection.

Does she want him to regret it?

He gave it to her.

Song Yan stopped searching for Jiang Fei and stopped going to school. He began to devote all his energy to his work, and also started drinking and smoking.

He was so busy during the day that he didn't have a moment to spare, so at night he would stand by the window, smoking one cigarette after another. When he was surrounded by smoke and in a hazy, drunken state, he would sometimes see Jiang Fei sitting at his desk, frowning and saying to him, "It stinks."

In the end, it was Grandpa Song who noticed something was wrong, stopped him from working himself to the bone, and told him to rest for a few days.

Song Yan listened to him, but when he went to rest, he found that he couldn't stop.

It was as if he was carrying an invisible shackle; whenever he was idle, that shackle would tightly constrict his neck, suffocating him.

On his second day of rest, he went to the company again.

Grandpa Song didn't say anything more.

Song Yan started playing a game, just like Jiang Fei had played with him before; he was now playing with this body.

He told himself that as long as he exceeded his daily work targets, he could reward himself with an extra drink and an extra cigarette each night.

Then he was able to see Jiang Fei, even though her eyes were full of disdain.

It wasn't until his grandmother found him that she asked him with heartbroken eyes, "Xiao Yan, what happened to you?"

Even Mr. Song gave him a psychologist's business card.

Song Yan decided to stop thinking about Jiang Fei.

He started to quit smoking and drinking, and he appeared at the company every day in a neatly pressed suit, once again displaying his ascetic and restrained demeanor.

He did it.

He thought about Jiang Fei less and less. He stopped getting drunk and rarely saw Jiang Fei in his delirium anymore.

Aside from using his own money to buy even bigger and more luxurious villas, he thought he was gradually returning to normal.

Until one day, while reading financial news, he saw a news item.

Jiang Cuo is suppressing the Shen family.

They spared no effort in suppressing it.

Jiang Cuo transferred all the assets he inherited from Jiang Lin to his father, and now he has also joined the Jiang family's company.

The entire news article did not mention the name "Jiang Fei" even once.

That night, Song Yan couldn't sleep. He stood alone in front of the French windows in his bedroom, looking at the bleak night outside, and then turned and walked out.

He didn't know where he was going, he was just driving around aimlessly, and when he came to his senses, he found himself back in that dilapidated residential building.

—The place where he used to ride his bicycle to take Jiang Fei back every day.

He went upstairs, opened the door, and the dust floating in the air stung his eyes.

He turned on the light and saw a small living room with a simple sofa and two closed doors.

Then, Song Yan heard a girl's voice coming from the kitchen: "Why are you only coming back now?"

Song Yan turned her head; the kitchen was empty.

But he clearly heard it.

He turned his gaze, and the voice from the kitchen came again: "Come and cook, I want egg noodles, but no eggs."

Song Yan did not turn his head.

Because he knew that everything would disappear the moment he turned his head.

He went into the bedroom, a narrow bedroom, where the desk was covered in a layer of dust.

But in the blink of an eye, a couple appeared in front of them. The girl was wearing a red dress, and she took the boy's hand and placed it on his waist, asking him with a smile, "Do you know how to kiss?"

Song Yan walked past the couple and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Then, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked to the wardrobe. At the deepest part of the wardrobe, he saw the neatly folded white dress.

That night, Song Yan fell asleep embracing her white dress.

He was dreaming. In his dream, Jiang Fei was still as proud as a peacock. He yielded to her pride, carefully wrapping his arms around her waist. When she was not paying attention, he took the chain that was locking his wrist and locked her up.

He kissed her passionately; he loved her so deeply.

Then, he woke up, panting.

The ground beneath him was damp.

Song Yan returned to the company, but he no longer worked as hard as before. He moved his office to this dilapidated residential building and started to go out on his bicycle, just like he used to do a long time ago, wearing a white shirt and black pants.

I visit my grandmother and Grandpa Song every two days.

They were finally relieved.

The fourth year since Jiang Fei disappeared.

Song Yan returned to his simple apartment building after buying food as usual. His familiar neighbors greeted him and asked with a smile why he bought so much food every day.

Song Yan smiled but didn't say anything.

He went to bed early that night.

In the middle of the night, a fire broke out in one of the apartments in a dilapidated residential building. Thick smoke filled the sky, and cries could be heard from the stairwell, while the sirens of fire trucks could be heard outside.

Song Yan was also woken up by the noise.

He picked up the white dress from the side and was about to walk outside when he stopped when he heard a child crying outside the window.

He leaned out of the window; the child was clinging to the windowsill, five stories below.

Song Yan watched as the child's hand gradually lost its strength and slipped down...

He eventually stood on the windowsill, gripping the wall beside him, and slowly approached the child, supporting his feet and his body.

As firefighters rushed upstairs to rescue the child, his body, due to inertia, fell to the side and slammed heavily against the wall, with thick smoke billowing behind him.

Song Yan heard the firefighters telling him to hold on a little longer.

Song Yan was somewhat dazed. He could persevere, but he had been persevering for four years, and he still couldn't find her.

In the past four years, he has been to so many places, but he still can't find her.

He finally let go.

In the instant he fell, he seemed to see Jiang Fei, and then he laughed.

So that's how I found you.

This time, I will hold on tight and won't let go again.

I also want to tell you:

No regrets.

...

A familiar cave.

The ancient candlelight on the stone wall flickered, illuminating the body on the ice bed with even greater brilliance.

Jiang Fei looked at her body with great affection. If she weren't in a soul state, she would have thought that the woman on the ice bed was just taking a nap, so lifelike.

After carefully wiping herself clean, Jiang Fei frowned and said, "System, why aren't you saying anything? Spirit coins?"

[System: Since I get interrupted every time anyway, I'm going to wait until the interruptions are over before I speak.]

Jiang Fei: "...Speak!"

[System: Host's previous world mission was completed excellently. Shen Fang's bounty is 5 million spirit coins, Song Yan's bounty is 4 million spirit coins, and Jiang Cuo's bounty is 6 million spirit coins. After deducting the 500,000 spirit coins required for the "Walls Have Ears" and "Memory Erasure" skills, the total is 14.5 million spirit coins. Adding this to the previous 40.3 million spirit coins, the total is...]

Before the system could finish speaking, a letter, carried by a surge of crimson magic, floated lightly into the cave.

Jiang Fei glanced at the letter, raised an eyebrow slightly, and took it from him: "Continue."

[System: ...A total of 54.8 million spirit coins. Due to the host's excellent performance in the four worlds, a reward of 2 million spirit coins is given, bringing the total to 56.8 million spirit coins.]

There are also rewards.

Jiang Fei smiled, slowly got up and walked to the eternal candle flame. Without even looking at the letter, he burned it to ashes.

[System: Before, it was always the blood of ten thousand years and the protective unicorn, how come this time...] Only a letter.

Before it could finish speaking, a melodious voice, like heavenly music, came from the doorway: "Did Feifei burn it?" The voice was clear, gentle, and enchanting, enough to make one's heart tremble.

The system was surprised: "How did he know?"

“Naturally, it’s because my sweet little lover understands me so well,” Jiang Fei slowly moved to the cave entrance, lightly tapped the barrier with her fingertip, and golden light rippled. She smiled faintly, “What do you think?”

Outside the cave, a person placed his palm on the barrier: "Since Feifei has burned the letter, I will read it to Feifei."

"It has been decades since we last met, and I have been thinking of you constantly..."

"Pfft," Jiang Fei chuckled, interrupting the conversation outside the cave, "I'm still alive, are you disappointed?"

The voice outside the cave softened, saying, "Feifei still speaks so bluntly, it's too hurtful."

“There’s nothing I can do,” Jiang Fei sighed softly, “My internal organs are all rotting, it really hurts…”

It was quiet outside the cave for a long time.

Jiang Fei smiled, turned around and returned to the Xuanbing bed: "We can begin the new world now."

[System: Okay...]

“Feifei,” the voice came again from outside the cave, melodious and gentle, “there is a blood talisman in that letter.”

Jiang Fei: "..."

Damn it.

[System: What is a Blood Rune?]

Jiang Fei: "If the person who casts the spell draws the talisman with their blood, and the person who draws the talisman is willing to give it up, then they consider themselves a vessel to receive the soul of their master. As long as the blood talisman is not destroyed, it will remain a slave for a day."

[System: So wouldn't that mean you could manipulate that person's body outside at will?]

Unfortunately, she had already been burned.

Jiang Fei glanced at the eternal candlelight and snorted softly, "Let's begin the next world."