Her ten fingers rested on the piano keys, and a melody that was unfamiliar but had a standard tune, yet lacked emotion, was played from her fingertips.

Ruan Xianxian felt that it was played like a robot, without any emotion throughout.

Robots? What are robots? Ruan Xianxian was confused again.

Before she could think it through, a kiss landed on her forehead, and her mother hugged her tightly with joy. "Mom only played it once and Xianbao remembered it!"

My little one is a genius!

Genius? Ruan Xianxian touched her forehead where she had been kissed, feeling shy. She always ranked first in her grade; she really was a genius!

From that day on, Ruan Xianxian practiced the piano diligently, and even though her results were not satisfactory, her mother never criticized her.

All she received was encouragement and praise; even the piano keys she randomly pressed when she was frustrated were carefully recorded by her mother in a notebook.

The only strange thing is that even though her grandfather is very good to her, she just can't stand the old man.

My fists itch whenever I see him.

Another point is, why do these grandparents look like fake people?

He spends most of his time either reading the newspaper on the sofa or in the kitchen.

But this minor flaw was quickly overlooked by the mother's gentle companionship.

Finally, the day to return home has arrived.

This place is so beautiful. The misty rain and clear river water flow gently, reflecting the ancient white walls and black tiles.

Every few days, the older sister next door would sit on a stone bench by the river, washing her hair while humming soft Wu dialect.

After hearing it so many times, Ruan Xianxian could sing it herself.

Green bricks and painted tiles, white horses treading on new mud, mountain flowers and banana leaves dyed red by the twilight.

The soft, melodious Wu dialect was her favorite tune.

The mountains here are beautiful, the water is beautiful, and the people are even more beautiful.

Mom became a compliment maniac, Grandma was an excellent cook, and Grandpa was incredibly eloquent, unmatched in his ability to verbally abuse everyone in the village.

Life was peaceful and stable, but she became more and more silent each day.

I rest my chin on my hands and gaze at the clear blue sky above me. When will it rain?

"Xianbao, come practice your instrument. Today we're practicing the pipa."

Ruan Xianxian didn't get any rain, but instead got a very handsome little boy from who-knows-who he was. He rolled up a newspaper and stuffed it into Ruan Xianxian's arms.

The small voice spoke with an air of maturity, "If a person is never far from home, they will always have trouble nearby. Sister, why don't you read the newspaper more when you're bored?"

Ruan Xianxian rested her chin on her hand, looking at the little guy with a smile in her eyes.

He slowly opened the newspaper, and saw the headline: "Genius researcher Miyano and the heiress of the down payment had their wedding of the century in the capital yesterday!"

Ruan Xianxian looked up at the sky speechlessly. These days, who dares to call themselves the richest person?!

She slowly rolled up the newspaper, got up, and went back into the house. In front of her mother were several bowls of water arranged in a neat and orderly fashion. She tapped them with her chopsticks, creating a beautiful melody.

"Xianbao, let's not go back to Beijing. Let's bring Grandpa and Grandma here and live here from now on, okay?"

Ruan Xianxian sat down next to the woman. "What about my dad?"

The woman was clearly taken aback. "Didn't your father die a long time ago?"

Ruan Xianxian sighed, "Life here is wonderful, it has everything I've ever imagined, truly!"

"But I have to go back. If I don't go back soon, my boyfriend will be marrying the daughter of the richest man!"

The woman's expression changed the next moment; the smile on her lips vanished, replaced by a blank look.

"Wouldn't it be better to stay?"

"Oh no!" Ruan Xianxian shook her head, giving him one last deep look. "I'm leaving. Take care."

The moment she stepped out the door, her grandparents appeared out of nowhere behind her, repeating the woman's earlier words.

"Wouldn't it be better to stay...?"

She walked across the small bridge and the flowing water, and her friends and neighbors who had spent the summer with her came out of their homes one after another.

"Wouldn't it be better to stay?"

Ruan Xianxian harbored a deep resentment. She closed her eyes and opened them again, reappearing in the old house with an ancient sword appearing out of thin air in her hand.

He sliced ​​off the head of Ruan Kangri, who was reading a newspaper on the sofa, with a single sword stroke.

I've already died twice, so I don't mind dying again!

Then, with a powerful swing of his longsword, the scene before him slowly shattered like a canvas.

A ray of sunlight pierced through the cave wall and shone on Ruan Xianxian's gently opening eyelids. Her eyelashes, like butterfly wings, fluttered incessantly before she finally opened them slowly.

What came into view was half of Miyano's face, which was constantly being magnified, with eyebrows and eyes as beautiful as a painting. At this moment, his light-colored pupils were filled with too many emotions.

Surprise, fear, terror, and a profound sense of loss and regain—so many emotions are mixed together, some deep, some shallow, some obsessive, and some hard to decipher.

Without thinking, Ruan Xianxian slapped him, "Get away from me, where are we?"

As soon as he moved, he saw an old man dressed in bright colors snoring at his feet. His head was attacked, so he rolled over, scratched his butt, and went back to sleep.

Hearing that her voice was a little hoarse, Gongye helped her sit up halfway and let her lean against him, then picked up a bamboo cup and fed her some water.

Ruan Xianxian nestled comfortably in his arms, casually removing half of the silver mask from his face to reveal a large expanse of red spider lilies.

Ruan Xianxian was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Miyano raised an eyebrow, letting her snuggle and wriggle in his arms. "Is it ugly?"

"No." Ruan Xianxian laughed as she wiped away her tears. "Boyfriend, have you been wearing a mask for the past few months?"

"Hmm?" Miyano's voice swirled, with the last syllable rising in pitch.

Ruan Xianxian: "Hahaha, hahaha! It looks just like my black and white orca friend! Half black, half white."

As soon as he finished speaking, two thin, soft lips landed on Ruan Xianxian's lips. Ruan Xianxian was taken aback for a moment, and then responded to him passionately.

Their lips intertwined, neither of them being coy, and this kiss expressed all the longing they had felt since their separation.

Only when they tasted a hint of rust on their tongues and their lungs were completely empty of oxygen did the two finally release their biting lips and teeth.

This kiss was both incredibly tender and incredibly brutal.

Miyano flicked away the bloodstains on her lips with his finger, withdrew his hand, and dabbed the blood-stained finger on his own thin lips.

His back was relaxed against the stone wall, and the collar of his already tattered military uniform shirt was wide open.

His features were aloof and cold, his eyes languid. "Hmm? Does he still resemble your orca friend?"

Having been a celibate for three lifetimes, how could Ruan Xianxian withstand this?

She never hid or concealed her desires.

Grabbing Miyano's hand, her eyes reddened, she pleaded, "Help me!"

The man let out a low chuckle, glanced at the old shaman still fast asleep in the cave, bent down, picked up Ruan Xianxian in his arms, and strode quickly toward the deserted cave next door.

The rain began to fall softly, sometimes slowly, sometimes heavily, and later it turned into a downpour, falling quickly and rapidly.

Ruan Xianxian let out a sob, her ten toes curling up together.

Miyano patted his back to help him calm down.

His red eyes glanced at his long, but not fair, and very rough hands.

Ruan Xianxian thought that she would never be able to look that hand in the eye again.

Miyano glanced at her in the direction of her gaze, his eyes revealing a deep understanding, and casually wiped the water from his lips with that hand.

Ruan Xianxian covered her eyes with her hand, wondering in a daze if she had been bewitched by a male demon the moment she opened her eyes.