Feng Ye followed the two brothers to the Yuan Mansion, where the only two servants in the mansion were busy preparing dinner.

Feng Ye stood under the ginkgo tree that had lost all its leaves, and his eyes could not move away from the dilapidated wooden house for a long time.

The two brothers stood by in silence.

"At that time, we often climbed up and down here." Feng Ye said softly, "You climbed faster than me, but I didn't accept it." He tilted his head to look at Yan Sikong, "After returning to Datong, I still climbed trees all day, thinking that one day I would be faster than you, but I ended up waiting for the news that you were exiled."

Yan Sikong felt very upset, not knowing whether it was because Feng Ye mentioned the past or because he mentioned exile.

Yuan Nanyu also sighed.

"At that time... who was the person I saw in your house?" Feng Ye's eyes wandered across the faces of the two brothers.

Now he can easily distinguish Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu, but when he was only eight years old, he was confused.

Yuan Nanyu was about to open his mouth when Yan Sikong interrupted him, "It doesn't matter anymore." His voice was as indifferent as ever.

Feng Ye's eyes dimmed, and he said, "Quewang, you leave first."

Yuan Nanyu frowned: "Wolf King..."

"Back off." Feng Ye's tone did not allow for any argument.

Yan Sikong nodded to Yuan Nanyu.

Yuan Nanyu bowed reluctantly, turned and left.

Feng Ye walked up to Yan Sikong, looked at his pale face, and said softly, "Are you cold?" At the same time, he stretched out his hand to touch his cheek.

"It's not cold." Yan Sikong took a step back.

Feng Ye's hand froze in mid-air, then suddenly dropped down.

"But if you stand for too long, you will naturally feel cold. I don't want to discuss matters with the Wolf King in the snow anymore. Please go ahead, Wolf King." Yan Sikong said, turning around and going into the house.

"Do you blame me so much?" Feng Ye's voice blended into the wind, sounding lonely and cold.

Yan Sikong walked straight forward.

Feng Ye suddenly shouted in a low voice: "Stop!"

Yan Sikong paused.

Feng Ye strode over and stopped behind Yan Sikong. "I, Feng Ye, have never begged anyone in my life. I am begging you humbly..." His eyes, staring at Yan Sikong's back, were bloodshot. "What do you want? What do you want from me? What should I do for you to look at me again?!"

Yan Sikong didn't turn around. He said calmly, "I have said everything I need to say. Don't you think it's boring for you and me to argue and say the same thing over and over again?"

Feng Ye clenched his teeth and suddenly hugged Yan Sikong from behind, holding him tightly.

Yan Sikong frowned but did not struggle. He was really wasting his energy just because he was lazy.

Feng Ye's tall nose was pressed against Yan Sikong's cheek, and this person's breath, wrapped in cold air, rushed into his nostrils. This was the deepest desire that haunted his soul.

How could there be someone in this world who could drive him so crazy? He thought the love he felt when he was young would fade away with time, but it became more and more intense, as if a lifetime would not be enough to fully release it.

He also thought about letting go, and he didn't want to "be entangled and ugly", but he couldn't do it. As long as this person was not in his arms, he would never be at peace and complete.

Even if he has everything, it will be in vain if he doesn't have Yan Sikong.

Feng Ye whispered in Yan Sikong's ear: "Do you want to hear something 'interesting'? I'll tell you."

Yan Sikong's whole body tensed up.

"During the more than 200 days since you disappeared, I was in purgatory every day. I held on to the slightest possibility that you were still alive, and I wanted to search the whole world for you. No matter where you were, even if you were dead, I would chase you to the underworld to find you." Feng Ye said hoarsely, "Kong'er, do you know how much I love you? It's been ten years. We have been entangled for ten years, but you are still in my heart and have never left for a single day. How can I let go?"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said expressionlessly: "How do you treat the person you love the most? The Wolf King can't blame me for not believing it."

Feng Ye said regretfully, "I have done too many wrong things. I will accept any punishment you give me, but you cannot leave me. Let me make it up to you with the rest of my life and treat you well."

"…What if I don't agree?"

Feng Ye was silent.

"I have learned a lot from you, enough to keep me vigilant for the rest of my life. It's not the first time you've said sweet words to me, and it's not the first time you've said you'd treat me well, but in the end..." Yan Sikong smiled, "Forget it, bring up what we did in the past, I don't care anymore."

"Believe me, believe me again, I will never doubt you again, I will never hurt you again, I will give you whatever you want, I will do whatever you say, Kong'er, please..." The more Feng Ye spoke, the more he felt his words were pale and powerless, but he didn't know what else he could say to make Yan Sikong look at him again.

He has been pushed into a corner.

Yan Sikong looked at the vast void, his eyes filled with despair. He often asked himself how they had come to a dead end step by step. If he wanted to sort out the cause and effect, it was not impossible with his memory, but it was not enough to answer his questions. What he really wanted to ask was about the fate that was being played with and the unpredictable human heart.

There is no solution to this.

He has always been devoted to Feng Ye, always in the past, always now, and always for the rest of his life.

But what does it matter? Everything Feng Ye did to him has worn away all his affection. Besides, the love between children and daughters is a burden, and he doesn't want a single cent of it anymore.

Yan Sikong said softly: "Wolf King, do you still remember what I said to you before?"

“…”

"I said, 'If one day you regret doing this to me, don't tell me.'"

Feng Ye's heart suddenly felt as if it was being cut by a knife.

"You said you don't regret it." Yan Sikong's voice was as calm as his expression, "But I do regret knowing you and being with you. If it weren't for you, I would have done fewer stupid things, so I can't..."

"I won't allow you to regret it!" Feng Ye trembled, "I won't allow you to do that. I won't allow you to erase our past like this."

"It's not me who wants to erase our past, it's you." Yan Sikong said softly, "Not only our past, you want to erase me as well."

Feng Ye felt a suffocating pain. Every word Yan Sikong uttered was like a knife stabbing into his heart.

"Wolf King, let go." Yan Sikong said with a double meaning, "The Yan Sikong you want is already dead."

"...Absolutely not." Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "I just want to treat you well, don't force me."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes.

Feng Ye turned Yan Sikong's body over, stared into his eyes with his scarlet pupils, and said bitterly, word by word: "I am the Wolf King. I get what I want. You can't disobey me."

Yan Sikong said coldly: "The Wolf King wants to force me to submit again? He is so powerful."

"You forced me to do this!" Feng Ye couldn't help sobbing, "I want your eyes to only look at me, I want your body and mind to only belong to me, I want you to stay by my side forever! Is the 'Wolf King' the only one who can do this now?!"

Yan Sikong glared at him, his chest heaving violently. He was not without expectation, from the moment he showed up, he had made all preparations, but he still couldn't suppress the hatred in his chest, as if he had used all his strength to run forward, but when he looked down, he found that he was still in the same place.

Feng Ye kept saying how deeply in love he was with him, but in fact, the only person he cared about from beginning to end was himself.

Under such a harsh gaze, Feng Ye felt ashamed, but he forced himself to look directly into those eyes and said with a ruthless heart: "The life and death of Guangning and even the entire Liaodong is in my hands. It was you who wrote to me for help. I want to repay you. I want you."

Yan Sikong sneered: "If the Wolf King just wants me to 'serve' you between the bed curtains, there is really no need to go to such great lengths."

"I want more than that." Feng Ye growled, "If you don't want me to, I won't overstep my bounds. I just... I just want to see you every day, eat with you, talk with you, walk hand in hand with you, or even do nothing, as long as you are by my side."

Yan Sikong clenched his fists and said mercilessly: "You are only making me hate you more by doing this."

Feng Ye felt as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart, but that was all. He said hoarsely, "Even if you hate me, at least you still have me in your heart. It's better than me being nothing in your eyes and heart."

"What if I refuse?" Yan Sikong glared at Feng Ye.

Feng Ye's eyes were deep and sharp, like a wolf staring at its prey. He replied, "Do you dare to refuse?"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said word by word: "I dare not. Everything should be as the Wolf King wishes."

Feng Ye stretched out his trembling hand and touched Yan Sikong's cold cheek.

Yan Sikong's body paused, but this time, he did not dodge.

"Kong'er, I will give you everything I have." Feng Ye's eyes were full of pain and love. "I hope that one day you can forgive me and believe in me again. I dream that in this life, you and I can return to the deep love we had in our youth."

Yan Sikong said sadly: "You can never be young again."

Feng Ye lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on Yan Si's forehead, but his words were extremely authoritarian: "If I say I can, then I can. We will never be separated again."

Yan Sikong looked ahead with empty eyes.

Feng Ye took Yan Sikong's hand and said, "Let's go inside and have dinner."

Yan Sikong pulled his hand back and strode into the house.

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong's back, and the tender and sweet smile his sweetheart gave him appeared before his eyes. That smile seemed to penetrate his soul and was enough to turn the coldest winter into warm spring. Will he have the chance to see it again in his life?

Even just once, he was willing to give it his all.