It's getting dark.

"Are you tired?" Fu Ce glanced sideways, worried that she was not feeling well.

Pan Shu shook her head.

But he didn't seem very interested at all.

She took Fu Ce's hand and said, "Shall we go release the lanterns?"

"Um."

Fu Ce bought two exquisite lanterns from a nearby vendor. Pan Shu picked up a soft-bristle brush and carefully wrote something on the lanterns, word by word. Fu Ce was curious, but he finally restrained his urge to spy.

Finished.

The two stood on the shore and watched for a while.

The lakeside was shimmering, reflecting the two perfectly matched figures.

Pan Shu suddenly laughed softly.

Fu Ce asked her, "What are you laughing at?"

Pan Shu pointed at a lantern that had floated down from somewhere by the river and said, "I heard that wishes written on lanterns will never come true because they will be eaten by the river gods."

Fu Ce's expression changed.

What he wrote was: I hope Panshu will have a happy and peaceful life.

"It's okay. If the river god dares to eat it, I will kill him myself."

Pan Shu looked up at him, and he also lowered his head to meet her gaze, without dodging or avoiding.

She chuckled and said nothing.

On the way back.

She gathered her cloak tightly around her neck, her voice muffled by the wind, "Is my doom coming soon?"

Fu Ce seemed not to hear.

After a long pause, until he could clearly see the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain, he whispered, "Don't be afraid."

Pan Shu curled her lips lazily.

"I'm not afraid at all."

Fu Ce looked at her, but he always felt that there was an invisible mist between them. He wanted to get closer but could not touch her.

He held Banshu's hand tightly in panic.

In this way, the heart will feel real and slowly return to its original position.

In the next few days, Fu Ce suddenly became very busy.

Even Panshu only saw him a few times.

She's not boring either.

Sometimes he would stare at the still young Shang Dai in a daze.

The flesh on his face had grown back, his skin had become whiter and tenderer, his figure had grown taller, and his eyebrows and eyes vaguely showed the charm that would captivate everyone in the future.

"Why do you keep staring at me?"

After Shang Dai finished practicing sword, sweat was dripping down her forehead.

"Hmm?" Pan Shu sat on the steps with her head propped up. She narrowed her eyes and said, "You look like an old friend of mine."

"Does he look like me?"

Shang Dai sat down next to her.

The voice is probably still in the voice change stage, so it sounds a bit harsh, but it's still nice.

"Um."

Ban Shu unconsciously rubbed the peach blossom mark on her wrist.

"Go practice swordplay."

Ban Shu stood up with a casual posture, smiled lazily at him, and left through the pavilion on the left.

night.

The girl fell into a deep sleep and lay unconscious on the bed.

A tall, thin man in white stood silently beside the bed.

Under the moonlight, his face was terrifyingly pale.

The pupils are slightly red.

He murmured greedily: "Shushu..."

Fu Ce suppressed the bloody smell that kept rising in his throat, tightly closed his stinging eyes, and a trace of blood seeped out from the corners of his eyes.

He stood alone in the cold and silent night for a long, long time.

Until he realized she was about to wake up.

Fu Ce turned and left.

Countless days and nights——

He only dared to see her secretly.

In Tianji Pavilion, the cold and ruthless exiled immortal finally fell into evil for the little girl.

He sat in the center, using himself as a medium and the lives of the people of the world as bargaining chips, threatening the Heavenly Dao to let Pan Shu go.

Golden light with black mist could be vaguely seen all around.

He closed his eyes slightly, "Let her go, or I will kill all the people in the world to bury her."

A distant, divine voice sounded in the Tianji Pavilion.

"You won't."

Fu Ce scoffed, "I say, let her go."

Heaven no longer speaks.

His expression changed and he covered his burning eyes.

Many extremely unfamiliar scenes flashed before his eyes.

He looked at "him" in almost absurd and disbelief, as he saw him sitting high in the clouds, watching the eight sufferings of the world indifferently.

"He" thought casually that it might be more interesting to become a mortal.

So "he" became Fu Ce.

Fu Ce was in a daze. It turned out...that Tiandao was actually him?

It turns out that all the suffering she suffered was caused by him...

Fu Ce closed his eyes, his voice trembling: "I just want her to be safe and happy."

Tian Dao sighed, "Her final calamity can be resolved, but only if you return to being Tian Dao... After all, I'm just a shadow you left behind. You're the only one who can save her, right?"

Fu Ce couldn't remember when he walked out of Tianji Pavilion.

My legs have long been numb.

Suddenly, his slightly dilated pupils focused, "Shushu...?"

Behind her was a large area of snow.

In the snow, the fox girl held up an oil-paper umbrella and looked at him quietly and gently.

When she saw him, a smile appeared on her lips.

"You're out."

"Um."

"This Taoist temple is too boring. Will you accompany me down the mountain to play?" She jumped up and down to hold his hand as usual, but she never expected that Fu Ce directly avoided her touch with an indifferent expression, as if they were back to the time when they first met.

The light in the girl's eyes dimmed.

She didn't quite understand why he suddenly hated her so much.

"Are you in a bad mood?" She asked cautiously, "If you don't want to go today, that's fine... We can go down the mountain tomorrow..."

"Ban Shu."

Fu Ce suppressed the bitterness in his heart.

He tried his best to remain calm and said, "Can you please stop looking like an immature person?"

Pan Shu was stunned: "Don't you like it?"

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