Noticing that Xie Changji was slowing down his pace, Hua Xiangwan turned back curiously.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Xie Changji withdrew his gaze, but Hua Xiangwan clearly felt that he seemed unhappy.

He has always been introverted, and if he shows any emotion obviously, it must be to a certain extent.

She thought for a moment, then stepped back to his side and asked directly, "Are you unhappy?"

"Um."

Xie Changji didn't hide it.

Hua Xiangwan thought about it and guessed: "Because of Yun Qingxu?"

"Um."

Xie Changji responded, and Hua Xiangwan was not surprised.

He used to be like this, not liking her to have contact with other men. Although he would not stop her, and even pushed her away and "helped" her, she could clearly feel his unhappiness, his depression, and even his vague sadness.

At first she thought he was jealous and liked her, and she was secretly happy.

But later I discovered that sometimes people may be born with a possessive desire towards each other.

Just like not liking to share toys with others, not liking to share friends with others.

This has nothing to do with love, it's simply Xie Changji's character. He has been practicing the way of solitude since he was young, without love or desire, without relatives or friends, and even has to restrain himself from liking cats and dogs. He has too few things in his life, and the little he has, he is not willing to share with anyone.

Thinking of this, Hua Xiangwan couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for him. After all, it was rare to find someone living such a poor life.

She walked beside him and nudged him with her elbow.

"Hello."

Xie Changji turned to look at her, and saw Hua Xiangwan opening her hands towards him: "Look, I have nothing in my hands."

Xie Changji didn't understand what she was going to do. He looked into her eyes and repeated, "Well, nothing."

"but!"

Hua Xiangwan stretched out her hand, reached behind his ear, and flicked his hair, as if pulling something out. She quickly withdrew her hand and held up a small white flower in front of him: "Look!"

Xie Changji stared at the small flower in front of him in a daze. Hua Xiangwan's eyes lit up: "There is no spiritual power fluctuation, right? I didn't use magic. Come," Hua Xiangwan said, inserting the small flower into Xie Changji's clothes, smoothing his clothes, looking up and smiling at him, "I'll give you a small flower, don't be unhappy."

Xie Changji looked at the smile of the person in front of him.

Her smile is different from that of her youth. When she was young, her smile was clear and bold, but now, she has a kind of innocence and brightness that she still retains after experiencing many vicissitudes of life.

This kind of smile makes people's heart beat fast. He didn't dare to look directly at it, but lowered his eyes to look at the small flowers on his clothes.

They were clearly just wild flowers that could be seen everywhere on the roadside, but he felt as if he saw flowers blooming all over the mountain, as if the gods had placed all the most beautiful things in the world in front of him.

Hua Xiangwan saw that his mood had improved and knew that he had been coaxed into submission.

Xie Changji has no knowledge and is always easy to coax.

She turned around and walked to the front: "Just leave if you are happy. Don't delay anything."

"Um."

Xie Changji followed behind her. He looked at the small flowers on her clothes and couldn't help asking, "What did you...like about me before?"

"I like your good looks." Hua Xiangwan answered casually, "I like your beautiful sword skills, I like the fact that you blush, and most importantly -"

Hua Xiangwan turned around and said jokingly, "Back then, I liked you young Taoist priests who were upright and honest, like jade and orchid, right?"

Open and aboveboard, like jade and orchid.

He glanced at her sideways, then lowered his eyes to look at his empty hands.

His sword is gone.

He sealed the flower with his spiritual power, hid it in a cold box, and put it into his Qiankun bag.

The two walked and chatted, and soon arrived at the foot of the Goddess Mountain. They could smell smoke from a distance, and the sound of people crying and chanting scriptures came from afar.

Hua Xiangwan pulled Xie Changji aside and observed from a distance. She saw that some witches and priests had set up an altar and were singing and dancing at the foot of the Goddess Mountain. She thought for a moment, then turned around and said, "Let's take a detour, lest they get excited again."

The two of them walked around the mountain, found a deserted place, and then walked up the mountain.

It's okay at the foot of the mountain, but if you go a little further up, there is no road.

The Goddess Mountain seemed to be covered by an invisible shield. Hua Xiangwan and Xie Changji observed for a moment and confirmed that it was a barrier. For ordinary people, it was an absolutely insurmountable barrier, but for cultivators like them, it was not difficult to solve.

Hua Xiangwan nodded and stretched out her hand: "Give me spiritual power."

Xie Changji raised his hand and held her, and his spiritual power flowed smoothly into Hua Xiangwan's body. Most of her meridians had been opened, and Xie Changji's spiritual power was perfectly suitable for her golden elixir, as if it was her own spiritual power. She did not have the slightest hesitation as she had in the past when using other people's spiritual power.

She mobilized her spiritual power, chanted something, raised her hand and placed it on the barrier. After a moment, the barrier melted away and a light gate appeared. Hua Xiangwan let go of her hand, turned around and called to Xie Changji: "Let's go."

Xie Changji listened and followed her in. He held her hand the whole time and used his spiritual power all the time, as if on guard.

Hua Xiangwan knew that he was worried about the situation inside the barrier, but she didn't pretend to be nice. She let him hold her hand and walked up the mountain. As soon as she entered the barrier, she felt snowflakes hitting her face. Hua Xiangwan squinted subconsciously, and Xie Changji was already blocking her way.

"You can't use spiritual power here."

Xie Changji blocked the wind in front of him, and Tonghua Xiangwan explained the reason why the barrier could not be opened: "This snow mountain has formed a magic circle, which can be regarded as another small world, but its magic circle is extremely fragile, and the spiritual power can only circulate in the human body to ensure the temperature. If it is used, once the spiritual power exceeds the bearing capacity of this small world, it will collapse. You just follow behind me."

The Demon Lord's blood order might be in this small world. Once the small world collapses, we will have to look for clues again.

Hua Xiangwan sensed that the spiritual power of this small world could only reach the level of a spirit being at most, and Xie Changji's spiritual power exceeded that by far.

She understood what Xie Changji meant and nodded, but she felt a little embarrassed: "You walk ahead for a while, and I'll walk ahead to help you, and we can take turns to rest."

"No problem."

Xie Changji explained: "The realm of life and death has been like this for many years. I am used to it, and..."

Xie Changji hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke up: "You and I don't have to be so clear."

As they talked, the two of them walked up the mountain.

There was heavy snow all over the sky and the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow. I could not sense anything around me. It seemed as if there was nothing else in this world except the snow.

In fact, the two of them didn't know where to go, so they decided to go to the top of the mountain to take a look at the situation.

This kind of cold weather was extremely uncomfortable for Hua Xiangwan, but Xie Changji's spiritual power had been circulating in her body, and he was standing in front of her to block the cold wind from her face, so she didn't find it unbearable.

The two walked for a whole day. Xie Changji picked up some dead branches and put them into his Qiankun bag along the way.

When the night was late, they finally reached the middle of the mountain. The wind and snow were much less here. Seeing a cave in front of them, Xie Changji turned around and asked, "Let's take a rest?"

Hua Xiangwan nodded, and Xie Changji pulled her into the cave. The cave was not big, but after entering, it was still isolated from the cold wind, making people feel much warmer instantly.

Xie Changji walked in front, and after confirming that there was no danger in the cave, he took out a piece of warm jade and handed it to Hua Xiangwan: "I'll go make a fire, you take a rest."

Hua Xiangwan responded, and Xie Changji let her go.

Without spiritual power, Hua Xiangwan still felt cold even with Nuan Yu in her arms. She followed Xie Changji, jumping around in an attempt to warm herself up.

Fortunately, Xie Changji acted quickly, and in a short while, the dead branches caught fire. Xie Changji took out a warm jade bed from his Qiankun bag and placed it on the ground. He spread a quilt on it, asked Hua Xiangwan to sit down, and went to hang the curtain at the entrance of the cave.

It seemed that there was everything in his Qiankun bag. After he took out a piece of gauze and hung it at the entrance of the cave, the temperature in the cave immediately rose again. The gauze was very thin, and one could see outside clearly from inside, but one could not see inside from outside. In the absence of a barrier, it was an excellent way to conceal the treasure.

After arranging the cave, he came back and sat next to Hua Xiangwan, saying softly, "I'll make you some soup, you can hold my hand."

When Hua Xiangwan heard this, she immediately reached out and held his arm without any reservation.

Xie Changji paused, Hua Xiangwan raised her head and smiled shyly: "I'm too cold."

Xie Changji responded when he heard this, and spiritual power flowed from his body, and Hua Xiangwan's body suddenly became warm again.

Hua Xiangwan felt so comfortable that she wanted to sigh. Xie Changji took the pot, put ginger and water in it, threw in a sugar pill, and put the pot on the fire.

Since they met, Xie Changji has been very careful with his daily life. It seems that the most common items in his Qiankun bag are not weapons, but these strange daily necessities.

It’s hard to say much about other things during the three years she followed him, but Xie Changji certainly never treated her badly in life.

When he travels, no matter where he goes, he seems to be able to live a comfortable life.

Although he looks like a cold and aloof swordsman, his life is actually very refined.

But he was poor back then and was not as generous as he is now.

For example, they sleep on a haystack and the clothes hanging outside the cave are ordinary cloth.

Now that he has money, his life is better.

Hua Xiangwan watched the water in the pot slowly heating up over the fire and began to feel a little sleepy. She seemed to hear vague singing, but when she listened carefully, she only heard the sound of the wind.

The wind outside was getting louder and louder. She thought that she might be too sleepy and had an illusion. She didn't make it difficult for herself and leaned lazily on Xie Changji's shoulder.

Xie Changji noticed her movement and turned to look at her.

Hua Xiangwan raised her eyes: "Do you mind?"

"No."

Xie Changji turned his head and looked at the fire: "I don't mind what you do."

"That's good."

Hua Xiangwan yawned and said, "I'm not the type to put myself in a difficult position. If you feel uncomfortable, just tell me directly."

"Um."

Xie Changji responded, and after a while, the water began to boil. He poured the ginger soup into the bowl, and when he picked it up, the ginger soup was at the perfect temperature to drink.

He handed it to Hua Xiangwan: "This is the spiritual ginger grown by the Heavenly Sword Sect. It can dispel cold and warm the body. Drink it before going to sleep."

"I know."

Hua Xiangwan had drunk it before, but she had heard that it was quite precious. Xie Changji only had one or two pieces before.

Now it looks like he has a lot.

But this thing doesn't taste good. Even though Xie Changji put some sugar in it, it still tastes spicy.

Hua Xiangwan pinched her nose and drank half of it but couldn't drink any more. She stuck out her tongue and handed it back to Xie Changji: "I don't want any more. I really can't drink any more."

Xie Changji didn't say anything. He silently scanned her watery lips and the faintly visible tongue inside, then looked away, lowered his eyes to suppress the gloomy expression on his face, and drank the remaining half bowl of soup.

"Go to sleep."

Hua Xiangwan didn't notice his actions. She took off her coat, fell onto the jade bed, and burrowed into the quilt.

When Xie Changji saw her getting on the bed, he lay down on his side as he had done before and held her in his arms.

Outside, the wind and snow seemed to intensify as the night deepened, and the howling of wolves could be faintly heard.

Xie Changji held her hand and patted her hand: "Go to sleep."

Hua Xiangwan closed her eyes, and everything seemed no different from usual.

But for some reason, there were always some distracting thoughts in her mind. As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt that the temperature behind her seemed to be hotter than usual, which made her feel a little hot for some reason.

She couldn't sleep, and the other party was obviously not asleep either. The two of them maintained their usual posture, frozen in place.

Xie Changji placed his hands on her waist. Only then did she notice that his palms were very large and that he could hold most of her waist with both hands.

The jade bed was very warm, with the unique smoothness of jade. The warmth rose up, and certain fragments of the past suddenly emerged.

His suppressed breathing and the image of him holding her waist and pressing against her from behind appeared together, and Hua Xiangwan's breathing became disordered for a moment.

As if he could hear her breathing, Xie Changji's breathing became more obvious. His hand slowly left her waist and moved upwards tentatively.

Hua Xiangwan realized what he was going to do. Her body softened, but her mind realized that something was wrong.

Xie Changji didn't know why he hesitated. Perhaps he realized that something was wrong. He climbed up inch by inch, and when he was about to cover the soft place, the sound of a piano suddenly came from outside!

The piano sound startled Hua Xiangwan awake. She grabbed his hand and said calmly, "Something is disturbing your mind. Someone is outside."

As she spoke, she instantly stood up from the bed, grabbed her coat, and put it on.

The bone-chilling cold chilled her whole body. She looked outside the cave coldly, considered for a moment, and then walked out.

The sound of the piano just now did not contain any spiritual power; it should be the sound of a sword hitting the strings.

Using the zither as a weapon, he is obviously from Qingyue Palace.

Shennv Mountain is located under the jurisdiction of Qingle Palace, so it is not surprising that people from Qingle Palace are on Shennv Mountain.

Watching her rush out, Xie Changji pursed his lips, put on his clothes, stood up, and immediately followed her out.

As soon as they left the cave, a chilly wind blew in from outside. Xie Changji held Hua Xiangwan's hand and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?"

They came out to look for the Demon Lord's blood order, and when they heard a fight they had no time to avoid it, so why did they take the initiative to look for someone?

Hua Xiangwan ignored his words, closed her eyes, searched the side with her consciousness, and hurried over to a place not far away.

Xie Changji held her, shielding her from the wind, and followed beside her. Seeing her hurried look, he thought of the piano music just now and felt a little depressed.

He didn't say much, and the two of them ran quickly. Soon, they heard the sound of fighting.

"Wen Shaoqing," a voice that was indistinguishable from male or female rang out, "If you weren't born into a good family, who do you think you are?"

Hearing this name, Xie Changji turned around and glanced at Hua Xiangwan.

Hua Xiangwan pulled him forward, concealed her breath, and squatted behind a stone. Then she saw a man with heavy makeup on his face and a huge hair crown on his head leading a group of people to surround them.

Wen Shaoqing was obviously injured. Guqin was beside him. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath: "Wu Li, are you crazy? Your young master asked you to help me, and this is how you help me?"

"Am I crazy?" The man laughed when he was questioned. He tilted his head and said, "Young Master Wen died in an accident. What does it have to do with us? Hand over the Dragon Hunting Plate and I will leave you a whole body!"

Hearing this, Hua Xiangwan's heart skipped a beat.

Dragon disk, this is a good thing.

As long as you place the scent of what you want to find on the dragon disk, it will point you in the direction.

The Demon Lord's Blood Order is made from the Demon Lord's blood. As long as you get a drop of the Demon Lord's blood, finding the Demon Lord's Blood Order will be as easy as cheating.

She thought for a moment, then asked Xie Changji in a low voice: "Without using spiritual power, how confident are you that you can defeat these people?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Changji looked up at her but did not answer.

Hua Xiangwan figured it out, he didn't agree to save people.

Thinking about how Wen Shaoqing had been causing trouble for him several times since he arrived, it was normal for him to dislike Wen Shaoqing, but for the sake of the overall situation, she could only persuade him: "I want to find the dragon disk."

Hearing this, Xie Changji lowered his eyes and said, "Then we can kill them all."

Hua Xiangwan choked up, thought about it, and didn't force him. She patted his hand and said, "Then you wait for me here."

As she spoke, she took out a bunch of hidden weapons from her Qiankun bag and put them on her hands.

Without spiritual power, a practitioner of Dharma is no better than a useless person.

Fortunately, her muscles and veins have improved a lot in recent days, so she should be able to use some melee weapons.

Xie Changji looked at her coldly and turned to look forward.

Hearing Wu Li's words, Wen Shaoqing sneered: "Do you think the Dragon Hunting Plate is something you can use?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hand it over, or I will make you wish you were dead."

"Then you try it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Shaoqing raised his hand and placed it on the piano, as if he wanted to pluck the strings.

When Hua Xiangwan saw this situation, she secretly thought that it was not good.

Although Wen Shaoqing is only a Yuan infant, if Wu Li also takes action, no one knows whether this small world will be destroyed.

Hua Xiangwan stood up hastily, but as soon as she moved, the sword in her hand was snatched away.

Then the white clothes melted into snow, the sword shone like a rainbow, and in an instant it cut Wu Li's throat.

Sword cultivators do not need spiritual power, they can reach the pinnacle with just the sword intent. In this environment where spiritual power is restricted, the advantages of sword cultivators are fully demonstrated.

Hua Xiangwan took the opportunity to drag Wen Shaoqing over, picked up his zither, grabbed Wen Shaoqing and ran: "Let's go!"

Wen Shaoqing was dragged away by Hua Xiangwan and staggered away. Xie Changji stood in front of the two of them and looked at the rest of them: "Chase or die, your choice."

No one dared to answer.

He could end the witch ritual with a single sword. Regardless of whether they used spiritual power or not, there was a huge difference between the two sides.

Everyone held their breath and dared not make a sound. Xie Changji picked up his sword, turned around, and chased Hua Xiangwan back.

Hua Xiangwan supported Wen Shaoqing. Wen Shaoqing was seriously injured. He almost leaned on Hua Xiangwan and walked unsteadily.

"Ah Wan..." Wen Shaoqing panted, "You...what are you doing..."

"Don't talk yet."

Hua Xiangwan interrupted him and fed him a pill: "Let's settle him down first."

Wen Shaoqing swallowed the medicine and didn't say much.

He leaned against Hua Xiangwan, feeling the wind and snow blowing, and the person who supported him became the only warmth in the wind and snow.

This made him feel a little sad, and he whispered: "Ah Wan, it's a good thing you came, I knew you wouldn't ignore me."

"Let me do it."

Xie Changji's voice came from behind, and Wen Shaoqing instantly realized that there was another person here. He turned around instantly, surprised and angry: "You!"

Without waiting for him to finish, Xie Changji pulled him over, supported him, and asked, "Can you walk?"

He asked calmly, without finding any fault with his question, but Wen Shaoqing inexplicably felt threatened.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time. Wen Shaoqing gritted his teeth and said, "You can go."

"Walk."

Xie Changji supported him, thought for a moment, glanced at Hua Xiangwan who was holding a zither beside him, and said, "Wanwan, come here, I will warm you up with my spiritual power."

After Xie Changji's reminder, Hua Xiangwan suddenly felt cold.

She hurried over, and Xie Changji pulled it out, grabbed the strings roughly, and lifted the guqin up, handing it to Wen Shaoqing: "Master Wen, she has a cold body, and it may be inconvenient for her to walk with the guqin in her arms."

Wen Shaoqing gritted his teeth in pain when he saw how he treated his piano.

He wanted to say a few more words, but when he saw Hua Xiangwan blowing on her hands, he restrained himself and hugged Qin over.

Xie Changjikong reached out and grabbed Hua Xiangwan.

Then he supported one and pulled the other, separating the two people in the middle.

Wen Shaoqing turned his head to glance at Hua Xiangwan and Xie Changji, and saw that their clothes were in disarray, obviously they had just put on their clothes and rushed over. A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but hug Qin a little tighter.

"Ah Wan," he forced a smile, a little bit unbelieving, "This time, you and Xie Daojun are going out alone?"

"Um."

Hua Xiangwan heard Wen Shaoqing's question and answered without hesitation.

Wen Shaoqing couldn't help but hold the zither with more strength.

There were only the two of them... both of them were dishevelled late at night...

He stared at Hua Xiangwan, but tried to control his emotions. When Hua Xiangwan heard Wen Shaoqing not saying anything, she leaned over to look at him through Xie Changji and asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Why did Wu Li want to kill you?"

Wu Li is the right-hand man of the Wugu Sect, which is loyal to Mingluan Palace, so they should never attack Wen Shaoqing.

"He's crazy."

Wen Shaoqing said, turning around, his voice cold.

After he finished speaking, he pursed his lips. Not knowing what was coming to his mind, he could not help but add one more sentence: "He was originally sent by Yun Yi to protect me together with Ming Huo, but soon after we entered the Goddess Mountain, his men began to get into trouble one after another. In the end, Ming Huo disappeared and he also rebelled. He wanted to kill me and seize the Dragon Hunting Disk so that he could find the Blood Order himself."

"Is there something confusing here?"

Hua Xiangwan was curious. As a music practitioner, Wen Shaoqing was more sensitive to this kind of thing. He nodded: "Not bad, can you hear the singing?"

After hearing this, Hua Xiangwan thought about it carefully. She did hear some faint singing in the cave, but when she listened carefully, there was nothing. She thought it was her illusion.

"no."

Xie Changji definitely spoke up.

Wen Shaoqing sneered: "Of course a sword cultivator like you can't hear it. This song will disturb people's minds, but its sound is not in the range that human ears can hear, so its impact on people is like a slow poison, silent. Only high-level magic cultivators and sound cultivators like me can feel its sound through 'perception'."

"You mean, even though I can't hear it, it still has an impact?"

Hua Xiangwan summarizes.

Wen Shaoqing nodded, and Hua Xiangwan thought for a moment: "Then...what is the main impact?"

Wen Shaoqing paused for a moment after hearing these words. After a moment, he turned his head away, as if he was a little disgusted: "It is the main cause of lust and the help of greed."

Hua Xiangwan nodded, understanding where Xie Changji's abnormality came from tonight.

At this time, the three of them had already arrived at the cave. Wen Shaoqing entered the cave and quickly took a look at the layout here.

Wen Shaoqing froze when he took a look.

The cave looked a bit messy. The quilt on the warm jade bed was scattered, and the shirt and jade pendant that Xie Changji had not had time to put on were still beside the bed. Hua Xiangwan's socks, sachet, and red hairpin were also scattered all over the floor.

Wen Shaoqing stared at the messy bed. Hua Xiangwan saw him stunned. She was a little confused at first, and then when she met his gaze, she felt embarrassed for a moment. She hurried forward to clean up and explained, "I'm sorry, I left in a hurry just now, and it's a bit messy."

After hearing this explanation, Wen Shaoqing's breathing became even more rapid.

He couldn't help but clench his fists and trembled slightly.

"You and him..." Wen Shaoqing gritted his teeth, as if it was a bit difficult to open his teeth, "slept in the same bed?"

Hua Xiangwan froze. She subconsciously wanted to explain, but then she felt that she shouldn't explain to Wen Shaoqing.

Seeing her hesitation, Wen Shaoqing finally lost control and shouted excitedly: "How could you do this to me?!"

As he spoke, he began to pant: "Hua Xiangwan...Hua Xiangwan...you..."

Before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Hua Xiangwan hurriedly stood up, helped him lie down, and called to Xie Changji: "Come over and give him some spiritual power. I'll give him medicine."

As she spoke, she went to get the medicine, but Wen Shaoqing ignored her and grabbed her, looking pleading in her eyes.

"Stay with me, don't do this... Ah Wan, stay by my side... Don't do this in front of me..."

"I'll be with you," Hua Xiangwan was pulled by him and hurried to comfort him, "Don't get excited, take the medicine first, I didn't sleep with him, you take the medicine first."

After hearing this, Wen Shaoqing's expression eased a little. He nestled in Hua Xiangwan's arms and slowly closed his eyes.

"Don't leave me..." He grabbed Hua Xiangwan's hand and murmured, "Don't go..."

Having said this, he lost consciousness.

Hua Xiangwan tried to pull her hand out quickly, but the other party held it tightly. She could only ask Xie Changji for help: "Help me get the medicine."

Xie Changji heard this and walked forward calmly.

However, he did not take the medicine. In front of her, he placed his hand on Wen Shaoqing's fingers.

Such dirty things shouldn't touch her.

They should be crushed one by one, broken apart, and thrown out onto the ice and snow, fingers and body included, to feed the wolves.

The thought flashed through his mind. Hua Xiangwan noticed that his hand was going in the wrong direction and asked in confusion, "Xie Changji?"

Xie Changji paused.

The little flower that Hua Xiangwan gave him flashed through his mind.

Open and aboveboard, like jade and orchid.

He paused for a moment, then lowered his eyes and calmly pulled Wen Shaoqing's hand.

Seeing that he couldn't open it, he lowered his head to take the medicine from Hua Xiangwan's Qiankun bag and stuffed it into his mouth.

After giving him the medicine, Wen Shaoqing's breathing gradually became stable. Hua Xiangwan breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Xie Changji beside him, and smiled tiredly: "You are tired too, go to sleep first."

Xie Changji nodded, but did not move.

Hua Xiangwan was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"You're afraid of the cold."

"It's okay," Hua Xiangwan smiled when she heard his worry, "There's a fire, and he'll be warm, so I can stay up all night."

“He’s like a child.”

Xie Changji commented, and Hua Xiangwan nodded, indicating that she agreed.

"He has always been a child. But I have taken care of him for many years," Hua Xiangwan lowered her eyes and looked at the person in her arms, with a bit of gentleness in her eyes, "I am used to it."

Xie Changji said nothing.

The intimacy in her words was like a gap that he could not cross.

Wen Shaoqing is right.

Two hundred years is too long.