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Dengqing Antique Shop.

The sunlight shines through the antique carved wooden windows, dappling into the Dengqing Antique Shop, interweaving with the dim lights in the shop to create a warm and mysterious atmosphere.

The store is filled with a variety of antiques, each of which seems to carry a heavy history and stories, quietly telling the past.

Shangguan Qing pushed open the door, and a breeze blew gently, carrying the noise from the outside world, and then he was gently enveloped by the quiet air in the store.

Youxuan followed beside her, a childish smile on his face and a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

"I'm finally back. It feels so good to be back in the human world. Even the air is free."

He sighed softly, looking around at this familiar yet novel environment.

The sunlight danced on his green sleeves, as if even the light was infected by his happiness and became lively.

A blue and white porcelain vase in the store looked as smooth as jade in the dim light. Youxuan couldn't help but reach out and touch it, and thought it was interesting.

Youxuan asked, "Has Xu Muzhi left? Why can't I smell her scent?"

Shangguan Qing gently stroked the delicate patterns on the blue and white porcelain vase, and a hint of tenderness and relief flashed in his eyes.

She turned around, met Youxuan's golden eyes full of curiosity and expectation, and smiled, "Xu Muzhi, I let her go."

Youxuan's eyes suddenly became deep, as if he was recalling some fragments of the past.

He said softly, "Yu Hai, that kid, looks cold on the surface, but he's actually quite soft-hearted. He often goes to the dungeon, saying he's there to supervise, but I always feel like he has a special interest in Xu Muzhi.

One time I accidentally saw him secretly delivering medicine to Xu Muzhi, and he also told her to take care of herself. His tone was so gentle that I thought he was a different person. "

As he spoke, Youxuan's lips curled up into a playful smile and he turned to look out the window.

The sunlight outlined a soft contour on his profile, and it seemed that at that moment, even the air was frozen, with a hint of subtle emotion that was hard to detect.

Shangguan Qing frowned slightly when he heard this, and an inexplicable ripple surged in his heart.

She walked slowly to the window, her eyes penetrating the bustling street scene, as if she was looking for some answers, and as if she was pondering the deeper meaning behind this complex and subtle relationship.

The sun shone obliquely on the bluestone road. Shangguan Qing and Youxuan walked side by side on the quaint street. There were shops on both sides, and occasionally a few melodious shouts were heard, adding a bit of liveliness to this quiet afternoon.

Shangguan Qing walked forward lightly, his eyes occasionally scanning the signs of shops on both sides, as if he was looking for something.

"Youxuan, you have a keen sense of smell, try to see if you can smell Yu Hai's scent." She whispered.

Hearing this, Youxuan's nostrils twitched slightly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The air around him was filled with a variety of mixed smells, but he soon caught a familiar and imperceptible scent from it.

"Over there, down this alley."

He opened his eyes and pointed towards a narrow and quiet alley ahead, with a determined light in his eyes.

Shangguan Qing nodded, and the two of them quickened their pace, shuttling between the alleys. The sunlight gradually became thinner, and the ancient houses on both sides of the alleys seemed more secluded, as if every step was stepping into the dust of history.

Finally, they stopped in front of a half-open wooden door. A faint light shone through the crack of the door, which was Yu Hai's scent.

Shangguan Qing and Youxuan quietly approached the half-open wooden door and gently pushed it open, fearing to disturb the tranquility inside the house.

The room was dark, with only an oil lamp emitting a dim and weak light, barely illuminating the entire space.

In the center, on a quaint wooden table, there is a small and exquisite tablet. There is no name engraved on the tablet, only a blank space, but it seems to carry endless thoughts and sorrow.

In front of the tablet, there are a few simple offerings. A thin stick of incense rises up, interweaving with the dust in the air, forming tiny tracks, as if whispering unknown secrets.

Yu Hai was standing with his back to the door, dressed in plain clothes, quietly in front of the tablet, with his hands clasped together, eyes closed and whispering, his face solemn and pious.

The moonlight outside the window shone through the cracks and onto him, giving him a layer of silver and adding a bit of loneliness and mystery.

As his words fell, he slowly opened his eyes.

There seemed to be thousands of words hidden in those deep eyes, but at this moment they returned to calm, leaving only endless remembrance of the past.

Shangguan Qing's eyes softened a little, and he asked softly, "Yu Hai, who is this person you are worshipping?"

As he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the room seemed to become even more solemn.

Yu Hai turned around slowly and his eyes met Shangguan Qing's. There was a complex light flashing in his eyes, with both gratitude and nostalgia.

"She is my savior. She not only saved my life, but also gave me the courage to stand up again when I was most desperate."

As he spoke, he gently stroked the tablet, with an imperceptible tremor at his fingertips.

"He didn't leave his name, so I don't know his name."

Yu Hai's face looked particularly resolute, and his admiration and remembrance for his benefactor, like the curl of incense, slowly permeated the entire room, moving people.

"So you haven't been in the antique shop much recently, so you come here?" Shangguan Qing asked gently but with a hint of subtle concern.

She walked slowly into the house and stood beside Yu Hai with Youxuan, her eyes fixed on the nameless tablet, as if she was also silently paying tribute to the unnamed kindness.

The dim light in the house adds a warm and mysterious atmosphere.

Yu Hai nodded gently, his voice low and full of emotion, "Yes, I come here every day to burn incense for him, although he may never hear it again."

As he spoke, he took out a thin stick of incense from the incense burner beside him, lit it, and respectfully inserted it in front of the tablet.

In the smoke, his face looked softer and deeper.

Shangguan Qing's voice was like a ray of warm sunshine in spring, gently penetrating the dim atmosphere in the room.

She said softly, "Yu Hai, if you want to come here in the future, you don't need to make up an excuse, just come directly. You Xuan and I are willing to accompany you to remember this kindness together."

After saying that, she took a step forward and stood side by side with Yu Hai, her eyes also gently falling on the nameless tablet.

Youxuan stood quietly by the side, his sharp eyes softened a lot at this moment.

He leaned slightly to the side, as if to protect the tranquility and solemnity in his own way, "Thank you, sir."

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As the night deepens, the lights in the antique shop dim. Under the dim light, each antique seems to be given life, quietly telling stories of the past.

Shangguan Qing and Youxuan walked slowly into the store, their footsteps echoing in the empty space with a hint of tacit understanding that was barely perceptible.

Shangguan Qing gently brushed across rows of quaint porcelain, and the coolness from his fingertips seemed to be able to penetrate the years and reach those distant times.

"Youxuan, do you think Yu Hai is weird?"