“No, we genuinely want to give you the strange fire to make it up to you,” Feng Heyun said hastily, shaking his head. “But we have no choice. If we don’t do this, you won’t talk to us properly at all.”

"You have no idea how much we went to find this strange fire..."

Chen Sangruo impatiently interrupted him, "I didn't stay to listen to your nonsense."

With a faint glow of fiery red spiritual energy emanating from his hand, Feng Heyun immediately raised his hand and swept it across the strange fire, causing several chains to appear out of thin air on it.

It's a spell specifically used for transactions, and it will only be dispelled when the conditions set by the caster are met.

Feng Heyun had already cast a spell on the strange fire beforehand to prevent her from directly taking it away.

Shen Sangruo withdrew the spiritual power in her hand, her expression revealing undisguised regret.

It seems I can't escape dealing with them today.

"Speak, what are your conditions?"

Seeing that she had given up, Feng Heyun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Because of what happened before, many rifts have developed between us, and we haven't had a proper conversation for a long time."

"We just want to spend a little time with you, just like we used to."

His eyes revealed endless longing, as if he were recalling the time before Bai Mumu returned and before they broke up.

"Look at these mulberries. Do you remember the promise we made to brew a jar of mulberry wine and enjoy it together?"

"It was my mistake that I was misled by Bai Mumu and dug up our jar of mulberry wine."

She tugged at the corners of her lips, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

It's the same old excuse, always with the addition of "because of Bai Mumu."

Ultimately, they still didn't think they were wrong, or that it was mostly Bai Mumu's fault; their only mistake was misjudging people.

It was as if they had been possessed by someone else when they hurt her so wantonly.

"I found the jar of mulberry wine in the corner of the winery, and I know how wrong I was. I realized it too late. When I found it, there was no mulberry wine left in it." Feng Heyun's voice was regretful and his expression was pained.

I feel sorry for her, being locked up in the winery, spending every night with that jar of mulberry wine.

But Shen Sangri listened without showing much expression on her face.

Searching her mind, she unearthed this incident from some corner of her memory, but her heart remained completely unmoved, as if she hadn't experienced those things at all.

Their repentance came too late; she no longer needed it.

Feng Heyun noticed her coldness, but he was not discouraged and continued, "Shall we pick more mulberries and make a new jar of mulberry wine?"

If they brew another jar of mulberry wine and enjoy it together, Shen Sanruo's feelings for him will surely return!

She frowned. Feng Heyun and Lu Shiqing had gone to great lengths to find the strange fire, only to have her pick mulberries with him?

It can't be that simple; there must be other motives behind this.

Meeting her scrutinizing gaze, Feng Heyun clenched his fists nervously, afraid that she would discover something amiss.

Given her current attitude towards them, if she knew what he was going to do, she definitely wouldn't cooperate.

“We said we would make up for the mistakes we made before, so let’s start with this jar of mulberry wine. Give me a chance, Sang Ruo.” Feng Heyun called her by her nickname, trying to get closer to her.

After pondering for a long time, Shen Sanruo walked towards a mulberry tree and began to pick the mulberries.

Seeing this, Feng Heyun was overjoyed and quickly ran to her side to pick mulberries with her.

She picked about twenty and then used her spiritual power to send them to Feng Heyun.

Feng Heyun took the small handful of mulberries, looking troubled. He felt it was too little and wanted her to pick some more.

"you……"

"That's all." Chen Sangruo said this and walked away from under the mulberry tree, leaving no room for discussion.

Take it or leave it.

Having no other choice, Feng Heyun carefully placed the small handful of mulberries into the prepared wine jar.

At least he got the mulberries she picked; he could just pick more if necessary.

He sighed silently. In the past, it would have been Shen Sanruo who coaxed him to pick mulberries. When had he ever been so humble?

"What are your conditions?" she asked, looking at Lu Shiqing beside her.

Lu Shiqing's palms were sweating. He wanted to walk up to her, but whether it was because of nervousness or something else, he moved his hands and feet in unison.

Shen Sangruo: ...

What's wrong with this person now?

He reached out his hand to her, his fingertips trembling slightly. A vibrant, seven-colored butterfly lay quietly in his palm, and upon closer inspection, one could see traces of repair.

"I've repaired the first seven-colored butterfly I gave you," Lu Shiqing said.

Shen Sangruo's gaze was slightly surprised. She had tried to repair the seven-colored butterfly that Lu Shiqing had trampled to pieces, but all her efforts had been in vain.

Lu Shiqing actually had the patience to repair it; he had to pay for the sins he had created.

What she didn't know was that Lu Shiqing had also lost patience countless times while repairing the Seven-Colored Butterfly.

Each time, I would angrily stomp on the leg that had stepped on the rainbow butterfly to vent my anger before continuing to repair it.

After this repeated cycle, he still has a slight limp.

“My condition is very simple.” Lu Shiqing’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he took a deep breath and said, “I only need you to accept the Seven-Colored Butterfly.”

Once she accepts the seven-colored butterfly, she will remember her feelings for him and her admiration for him, right?

She must be in love with him.

The reason she said he was disgusting was only because her emotions had been detached, not because of her true feelings.

Feng Heyun looked at Lu Shiqing with envy. Lu Shiqing would soon regain Shen Sangruo's affections, but he still needed to make mulberry wine.

Shen Sanruo took the seven-colored butterfly from Lu Shiqing's hand.

Based on their reactions, I had some guesses about the purpose of their actions, but I was still unsure.

After she took the rainbow butterfly, an eerie silence fell over the room.

Lu Shiqing and Feng Heyun remained silent, staring intently at her as if trying to bore a hole through her.

Lu Shiqing, in particular, felt his heart pounding like a drum, almost bursting out of his chest.

He imagined that once Shen Sanruo regained her emotions, her bright eyes would be filled with love for him once more.

The thing he had been longing for was about to come true. He took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to go forward and embrace her.

Holding the seven-colored butterfly, Shen Sanruo felt that they were acting strangely.

She didn't react at all, and she thought this was their way of winning back her affections, but she really didn't feel any return of those feelings.

Could it be that she guessed wrong?

But that's their business, it has nothing to do with her, and what she needs to do is take the strange fire and leave.

Shen Sanruo took a step and walked towards Lu Shiqing.

Overjoyed, Lu Shiqing could no longer contain his excitement and opened his arms to her, "Sang Ruo..."

However, Shen Sanruo ignored him and went straight to the strange fire next to him.