Gu Nanyan glanced at the gift box; it was made of rosewood and the carvings were top-notch.

Putting aside the two items inside, the wooden box alone could easily fetch tens of millions of Imperial Coins at auction.

"Take it home and put it in the museum." You can't even give this away.

Biluo Xiaozhu has a collection hall that is comparable to some provincial museums.

Shen Bei'an liked it there, and Gu Nan'an's friends also liked it there.

"Hmm." Shen Bei'an closed his eyes slightly, his good mood vanishing the moment he saw the gift inside.

In just one day, Shen Beian felt that his entire worldview had been shattered and rebuilt!

This is only the first day, so what will happen in the following activities?

Shen Bei'an closed her eyes in Gu Nan'an's arms, listening to Gu Nan'an's steady heartbeat.

"Yan Yan, what is tomorrow?" Shen Bei'an wanted to recover that memory, wanted to understand everything about Gu Nan'an, and wanted to know what was behind the 601 case and the embryo project, and wanted to change the empire.

"Xia Miao." Gu Nanyan carried Shen Bei'an to the bathroom. "After you wash up and take a bath, and get into bed, I'll tell you slowly, okay?"

Since Shen Bei'an took the initiative to suggest it, Gu Nan'an naturally wouldn't hide anything from him. Besides, having some prior knowledge might make things easier tomorrow.

“Okay.” Shen Bei’an responded, letting Gu Nan’an hold him, taking off his robes, and soaking in the warm water with Gu Nan’an.

Perhaps because of the fright he experienced during the day, and his reluctance to see the "gift" at night, Shen Beian fell asleep as soon as his head hit the bed, even though he had slept quite a bit in the afternoon.

After Shen Bei'an fell into a deep sleep, Gu Nan'an stuffed a large doll into Shen Bei'an's arms and got up to go to the balcony.

"What's wrong? Why are you calling so late at night?" Zi Yajing, wearing a light blue gardenia-patterned bathrobe, reached up to smooth her hair. Her gaze fell on Gu Nanyan on the other end of the holographic image, her eyes narrowing sharply, and her voice rising considerably. "Ziyan? Are you drinking?"

Ziyan has rarely been seen drinking since that incident six years ago, so why is he drinking again now?

"Where is Fifth Master?"

If Shen Bei'an were here, she definitely wouldn't drink.

What triggered this? Why did you start drinking?

"She's already asleep." Gu Nanyan held a small wine pot in his hand, wearing a dark-colored silk robe with auspicious cloud patterns, sitting on the French windows, gazing at the night view outside.

Outside the window, the starlight was dim and lifeless in the vast sky, and the whole world was shrouded in darkness, as if there was no light at all.

His face was indifferent, but his eyes, though calm, seemed exceptionally deep.

"It's late at night, so drink less alcohol." Ziya and Jingmo didn't look at those things today, but they knew them all very well. After all, they had come here to play when they were young, and the underground boxing ring had a long history.

They hated it at the time, and naturally they wanted to change the place.

But even if they change Fuyun Island, this place will still exist in other corners of the world. It's better to keep it in front of you, as it's more convenient to see it.

Although she didn't know exactly what had happened between Gu Nanyan and Shen Bei'an, Zi Ya Jingmo guessed that it was probably related to today's events.

"Fifth Master will naturally find these things difficult to adapt to at first glance. You should coax him well. If Xia Miao really can't handle it tomorrow, then she shouldn't go."

There's an auction coming up.

Master Shen didn't need to know these things anyway; letting him have a good time for a month wouldn't be so bad.

Such a young master should be cherished and protected, and always allowed to stand in the sunlight, enjoying its caress.

As for those shameful and unsavory things, they have no right to make him unhappy.

"Zi Mo, does PASE have any other side effects?" Gu Nanyan put down the wine pot, his phoenix eyes calm as ink, with a faint blood red tinged in the dark depths, a storm brewing in the shadows.

Even knowing it was a holographic image, and even knowing that the person on the other side would never have any ill intentions towards her, being looked at by such extremely dangerous eyes, even Ziya Jingmo couldn't help but feel a chill.

He grabbed a blanket from the side and draped it over himself.

"So far, PASE only amplifies pain; no other side effects have been detected. Has something happened to Master Shen again?"

There is only one person who can make Gu Nanyan act like this—Shen Bei'an.

If it wasn't a side effect of PASE, then it must have been the effect of the hypnosis at the time.

According to Gu Nanyan, Fifth Master Shen has recovered most of his memories, but he is still missing the last layer.

We can't force him to unravel it; we can only guide him to recall it slowly.

This is certainly not an easy task.

“An’an’s mental state isn’t very good.” Gu Nanyan responded, blinking, his eyelashes casting shadows, his left hand caressing the relic.

Upon learning that the dried flowers were a gift from Wei Shengsui to Shen Bei'an, Gu Nan'an tore the string of relics in half. Shen Bei'an then picked them up one by one from the ground, strung them back together, and put them back on Gu Nan'an's wrist.

Gu Nanyan cherished it and handled it with great care.

“I have some medicine here to temporarily relieve the symptoms. If you need it, I can bring it over.” Ziya Jingmo took a small sip of water from the glass beside her, which calmed her emotions a bit.

Ziyan's temper is only thanks to Master Shen Wu; otherwise, who knows what kind of dangerous element he might be.

Gu Nanyan remained motionless, and Ziya Jingmo did not urge him.

Every medicine has some degree of toxicity.

Gu Nanyan preferred to give Shen Bei'an medicinal food rather than medicine.

"No need, I'll get him some myself," Gu Nanyan refused.

Ziya Jingmo was not surprised by this; the medicine that Gu Nanyan had prepared when he was twelve years old still fetches a considerable price on the black market.

“Ziyan, I… still think that if you want to help Master Shen recall his memories, there’s no need to bring him to see these things.” Ziya Jingmo pursed her lips, her clear eyes as calm as autumn water. “Master Shen’s upbringing was different from ours. He doesn’t really need to know these things.”

Wouldn't it be better to still be the same Mr. Shen who knows nothing but lives a happy life?

Why must we bring him down?

Doesn't this contradict Ziyan's previous ideas?

“I used to think that way too,” Gu Nanyan tilted his head back and poured wine into his mouth. His eyes, as deep as a cold pool, were full of affection as they flickered and shone with countless stars. “But I shouldn’t make the decision for An’an. He should choose for himself whether he wants to enter my real world.”

“And An’an’s choice was that he was willing and wanted to stay with me.”

“Of course I can lie to him and keep it from him for a lifetime.”

"But when I think about it carefully, do I really want to?"

“I don’t want to,” Gu Nanyan said with a self-deprecating tone, “Zi Mo, I’m not a kind person, nor am I a cold, polite, or gentle person.”

“I’m afraid I can’t help myself in front of him.” When those eyes met Ziya Jingmo’s again, Ziya Jingmo was stunned by the violent and obsessive look in them.

I swallowed hard and couldn't resist taking two more sips of water from my glass.