Fan Zhiyi heard someone humming softly in his ear, the voice was very gentle, and his turbulent heart gradually calmed and relaxed. He slowly opened his eyes, moved his gaze to the side, and saw the silver-white mask.
The singing stopped, and Fan Zhiyi heard the man breathe a sigh of relief. The hand that had been on his wrist channeling spiritual energy held him tighter, as if the man would disappear if he let go.
Gradually regaining consciousness, Fan Zhiyi realized that he had been sweating a lot and felt uncomfortable. He wanted to take a shower, but his body could not move completely.
Bing Nandong asked, "You were feeling unstable and out of your body just now. What did you dream about?"
Fan Zhiyi thought about it and his head started to hurt again: "I can't remember."
Bing Nandong remained silent, so Fan Zhiyi asked him, "What did you just sing?" His voice still sounded very weak.
"Requiem."
"It's so scary and so hard to hear."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Fan Zhiyi heard him hum softly and couldn't help but smile. The first thing he did after regaining consciousness was to grab Bing Nandong's hand and hold it. He didn't know why, but Fan Zhiyi just wanted to do it.
Bing Nandong stared at him in silence, but Fan Zhiyi closed his eyes again: "Do you have any cleaning skills? Show me one."
Bing Nandong didn't say anything, but Fan Zhiyi felt refreshed instantly. Then, he figured out something and glared at Bing Nandong: "If you know this, why did you rush to change my clothes just now!" It would be much easier to just use a cleaning technique!
Bing Nandong said: "No reason, I just want to."
Good boy, he didn't even bother to give a reason. Fan Zhiyi turned his head away: "I have nightmares when I sleep. If you're not used to it, just leave."
"I won't leave. I will watch over you all the time from now on."
As Bing Nandong spoke these words, his tone became slower and slower, and his voice became more suppressed and deep, which made Fan Zhiyi feel as if he was haunted by a vengeful ghost.
Isn’t it just an evil ghost, a resentful ghost?
Fan Zhiyi shuddered and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt: "Forget it."
"If you can't remember some things, don't force yourself to think about them," said Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi didn't respond. Through their clasped hands, he could sense Bing Nandong's thoughts at the moment: "I called Xue Xiuniang, called Ayu, and called my name, but after waking up, I couldn't remember a single thing."
Who were these people? Aside from Bing Nandong, he didn't recognize any of them. Fan Zhiyi began to recall his dreams, but it was as if those memories were tightly wrapped in a thick cloth, and he couldn't recall them. Furthermore, hidden beneath the cloth were sharp needles that hurt whenever he touched them.
Fortunately, after that night, Fan Zhiyi stopped dwelling on those dreams, and for the time being, his soul hadn't left his body again. However, he remembered those two names, waiting for an opportunity to find out who they were and what their relationship was to Bing Nandong's former lover, Bai Yueguang.
In addition, Bing Nandong paid more attention to his cultivation, and as a result, Fan Zhiyi felt strong and refreshed in the past few days, and his cultivation level was improving.
He has now completely mastered the basic techniques, and Bing Nandong even praised him for his extraordinary talent. Although he didn't know how much of that was just to flatter him, Fan Zhiyi was quite happy to be praised. Moreover, with the improvement of his cultivation and Bing Nandong's help in repairing his physique, he has not had any limb stiffness or inability to move recently.
However, this body was still very weak, seemingly due to congenital factors, and was particularly prone to illness. Yesterday's heavy rain had given Fan Zhiyi another cold. That day, Bing Nandong excused him from his training and moved his official duties to Fan Zhiyi's room to watch over him.
Fan Zhiyi woke up in a daze from his fever. It should have been night time, as all the candles around him were lit, which gave him a sense of security. The person guarding him was replaced by the leader of the Fusha Sect.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Do you have to be so strict? This guy has a split personality. He is the leader at night and the head of the sect during the day.
As soon as he woke up, the leader noticed him and hurriedly brought him a glass of water: "Would you like some water?"
"Where is Mr. Cen?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was very hoarse and his voice sounded like a duck.
The two spoke in unison, and then fell silent.
When Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong narrow his eyes, he looked away guiltily. Then he changed his mind and thought, damn, why should he feel guilty?
After drinking the water from Bing Nandong's hand, Bing Nandong explained, "I had some official business, so I left." Then he sneered, "After all, he is the light of righteousness in the world of immortal cultivation. In his heart, official business is more important than you. But I am different. I only care about you."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." What good will it do you to insult yourself like this?
Seeing Fan Zhiyi didn't answer, Bing Nandong's anger grew even more intense. Although he pretended not to care too much because Fan Zhiyi had just recovered from a serious illness, he couldn't swallow this grievance in his heart: "Except... in what way am I inferior to him?"
Fan Zhiyi sighed. He really didn't want to waste time talking while he was sick. "They're all comparable."
Bing Nandong: “…” Still very unhappy.
Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes again and looked at him, then let his eyelids droop again. He had already been fed the daily pill by the Sect Leader, Bing Nandong, and the physical condition repair had been completed in one sitting. Surely Bing Nandong wouldn't be so beastly as to pester him tonight?
As soon as he finished thinking this, Fan Zhiyi felt his lips gently rubbed, and Bing Nandong whispered in his ear: "This way, the disease will be transferred to me, and you will get better faster." He held Fan Zhiyi's hand very tightly.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but ask him, "Can ghosts get sick? I'm already feeling very uncomfortable with a cold, so please don't pass on your ghost energy to me."
He had read many novels, and they all said that there was no benefit in spending too much time with ghosts, as it would lead to mental depression, neurasthenia, and bad luck.
Bing Nandong: "...You're feeling energetic again, aren't you?"
"No, no, I'm asleep."
It seemed that he heard Bing Nandong snort coldly, and was quite unhappy, but Fan Zhiyi couldn't help laughing for no reason. If his head was not really dizzy, he would actually want to say a few more words to Bing Nandong.
After a moment of silence, Fan Zhiyi, in his drowsy state, heard Bing Nandong calling him again.
"Zhi Yi, Zhi Yi..." one after another, with deep panic and worry.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't tell whether this was his inner voice or Bing Nandong was really calling his real name.
This must be what he really thought, after all, Bing Nandong never called him that openly.
Fan Zhiyi didn't understand why Bing Nandong took a minor fever so seriously. Then, a gentle male voice sounded in his ears again. Bing Nandong was humming a song to him. The tune was familiar. He remembered Bing Nandong seemed to have said that this was a requiem.
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