Feng Xingyuan didn’t reply and left the room.

Lu Weimian bit her lip and got up to wash.

Before going to bed, Lu Weimian hugged a pillow with the name “Feng Zhen” on it and punched it!

The paper and the name were instantly wrinkled.

Lu Weimian smoothed it out again, “Did you understand?”

“Speak.”

“Don’t say…” Lu Weimian punched it again, “Will you speak or not?”

Only her voice could be heard in the echoing room. Lu Weimian simply threw the pillow aside, muttering, “I’m so annoyed, I’m ignoring you.”

Lu Weimian buried her face in the quilt.

In her impression, Feng Xingyuan had been a cold and aloof child since he was young.

Even in her past life, he rarely spoke to her.

The first time he spoke to her on his own initiative was when she was a child, staying with the princess in Changchun Palace and happened to see Mu Qingci using medicine.

While she was waiting for the princess at the door with a small windmill, she saw a young boy standing outside.

Unlike usual, he revealed his heterochromatic left eye and stood alone outside wiping his mask.

Lu Weimian was curious for a moment and peeked at him from the door.

Just to take a closer look at his left eye with an extra red mole.

When he noticed her, she quickly retreated and hid again.

She thought she had hidden perfectly, but she didn’t know that the butterfly hairpin in her hair was fluttering incessantly at the door.

The room behind her was quiet for a moment.

Just as Lu Weimian was about to peek again, she turned her head and bumped into those deep, blood-red pupils!

He appeared in front of her without warning and asked her, “Is it beautiful?”

Five-year-old Lu Weimian was so frightened that her heart stopped, her lips pouting as she was on the verge of tears, “Wuwu… beautiful…”

He laughed. At that time, Lu Weimian couldn’t distinguish between a sneer and a happy laugh.

Thinking about it now, it must have been a sneer.

He didn’t believe her words, after all, they all called him a monster.

Lu Weimian sighed. In a way, she could understand him.

Since childhood, he had been treated as a medicinal person, a monster, and the people around him were all using him.

He had no one he could trust, only one after another evil ghost who wanted to drain him dry, exploit and oppress him.

She had a past relationship with his mortal enemy. He didn’t hate her, didn’t dislike her, and it was already very good that he didn’t take the opportunity to retaliate against her.

Why did she have to force him to be a normal husband and wife with her?

Lu Weimian figured it out.

In this reborn life, she should live for herself.

Anything more than that would be a clear conscience towards him, and they would just live peacefully.

Grandma Sun happened to knock on the door to deliver milk. Lu Weimian told her to put it on the table and didn’t get up.

Grandma Sun glanced at it from afar.  What she saw was a pillow with the name “Feng Zhen” on it next to Lu Weimian.

Grandma Sun felt a little embarrassed and quickly retreated.

She understood. Newlyweds were in the midst of passionate love, and it was normal for a new bride to miss her husband at night.

Meanwhile, separated by a wall, Feng Xingyuan rested his elbows on the armrests of the chair, his fingers supporting his temples.

Opposite him, Ling Yi finished reporting to Feng Xingyuan about the matter of the Nanlingchi Ministry of War capturing the crown prince’s secret guards, and looked up into Feng Xingyuan’s eyes.

Feng Xingyuan suddenly asked, “Do you believe me?”

Ling Yi was caught off guard, “Of course, this subordinate has unwavering faith in you.”

Feng Xingyuan spoke slowly, unsure if he was talking to him or to himself, “So, I also believe you can handle this matter well.”

Ling Yi was a little moved.

It turned out to be an expression of his appreciation, “Rest assured!”

Feng Xingyuan watched Ling Yi leave the door full of vigor and spirit, his eyelids drooping slightly.

He seemed to understand a little of what Lu Weimian meant.

She always seemed to say things he never thought of.

For example, many years ago, when she secretly saw his left eye.

After successfully scaring her into tears, he left.

He naturally didn’t believe her words about it being beautiful, after all, they all called him a monster, saying it was a ghost eye.

But he hadn’t gone far when he heard Mu Qingci come out of the room and ask her with concern, “Why are you crying?”

She whimpered in response, “Nothing.”

Mu Qingci saw his back and asked her, “Did he bully you?”

He heard her say, “No, the brother with stars in his eyes didn’t bully me.”

A brother with stars in his eyes.

It wasn’t a monster.

It was stars.

After that, Feng Xingyuan would often examine the starry sky at night.

To confirm whether the starry sky was terrifying or beautiful.

And then he concluded that the starry sky could sometimes be vast and profound, enough to be terrifying.

*

A knock came on the door.

Feng Xingyuan came to his senses and said, “Enter.”

Grandma Sun came in from outside, bowing respectfully.

Feng Xingyuan was slightly cold, “What is it?”

Grandma Sun, at her age, had nothing to be embarrassed about, “Nothing much, it’s just that Madam wants you to accompany her to bed.”

The young man’s posture stiffened slightly.

“You may not understand our Madam. She was raised delicately since childhood, she’s timid and most afraid of the dark. She always needs someone to accompany her to sleep, otherwise she won’t sleep well.” Grandma Sun couldn’t help but say, “I see that you don’t accompany her to sleep, so she specially wrote your name on the pillow to keep her company.”

Feng Xingyuan still held the book, “I understand.”

Grandma Sun withdrew.

Feng Xingyuan didn’t turn a page of the book for two quarters of an hour.

Lu Weimian’s words tonight kept rolling in his mind, along with Grandma Sun’s words about her treating the pillow as him.

She… really wanted to be husband and wife with him?

Why?

He’s such a bad person.

Lu Weimian tossed and turned in bed, her nightgown even getting a little messed up.

She didn’t care, after all, Feng Xingyuan wasn’t coming over.

Thinking of him, she felt stuffy again and wanted to slap that pillow.

Unexpectedly, when she turned over, her loose collar caught the eye of the young man standing by the bed.

The room was quiet for a moment.

What the young man saw was a girl with long hair spread out, snow-white skin, and a messy nightgown, and a soft pillow with his name on it beside her.

The paper with his name on it was also wrinkled, looking like it had been crumpled.

I don’t know what bad things she did with the pillow with his name on it.

Lu Weimian startled, hurriedly pulling her nightgown, “Why are you so quiet when you walk?”

Lu Weimian followed his gaze to the pillow beside her, her mind froze and she explained, “I just put it there casually, I didn’t use it for anything.”

After saying that, Lu Weimian regretted it. Why did this sound so strange?

What else should she say?

Feng Xingyuan simply raised his hand to extinguish the last candle on the bedside table.

The room was instantly pitch black.

Lu Weimian was extremely sensitive to darkness. Just as she was about to stop him, she saw him leaning into the gauze curtain.

She was pushed back by his sudden approach, “What are you doing?”

Feng Xingyuan asked, “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

Lu Weimian didn’t forget that she had just opened up and planned to keep a distance from him, “I don’t need you to accompany me if I have the lights on.”

Feng Xingyuan bypassed the topic, remembering the pillow with his name on it, “You can hug the pillow, but don’t hug me.”

“I didn’t hug the pillow, I…” Lu Weimian choked, she couldn’t say she wanted to beat him up, so she simply turned over to face away from him, “Who wants to hug you.”

Feng Xingyuan turned to look at her, like a silkworm wrapping herself up, wriggling into the bed as if she wouldn’t touch him at all.

After confirming his safety, he didn’t say anything else.

In the middle of the night, that feeling like falling into a pool of spring water came again.

The water flowed down the young man’s strong and energetic body, soaking him, wrapping his body until it felt heavy.

In his dream, he heard the sound of bells mixed with a girl’s cry, like a crisp and pleasant melody.

The girl in the dream was always blurred, her face unclear, only a rose-red mole on her chest rising and falling, extremely beautiful.

He was stained by the girl, slippery and unclean, his whole body covered in filth.

He was dirtied, he was very unhappy, and he viciously retaliated against her.

Until finally, he heard his own pleasant, disguised voice, “Now, we’re both dirty inside and out.”

Feng Xingyuan suddenly opened his eyes!

The young man opened his eyes to see a mass of fluffy hair.

The person in front of him had her long hair messed up by herself.

He was lying on his side, his body open.

Someone was comfortably nestled in his arms, curled up on his chest.

Feng Xingyuan looked at the mass of messy hair in front of him, his brows furrowed, and he sat up abruptly.

But without warning, he saw on the bedsheet…

He was momentarily stunned.

Then, with a dark face, he pulled the bedsheet open and strode out of bed.

The windows and doors of the room were tightly closed, as dark as in a dream, making it difficult for him to distinguish between dream and reality.

Feng Xingyuan threw the bedsheet into the laundry room and changed his clothes.

Filthy.

He disgustedly changed to clean water to wash his hands.

Feng Xingyuan was extremely clean, a habit cultivated since childhood.

He didn’t like other people’s blood, or anything else from other people, on his body, and often had to wash his hands clean.

Later, it evolved to a morbid level, even things that came out of his own body would be disgusting.

His desire stemmed from revenge and playing with human nature, blood would excite him.

Therefore, his dreams were mostly related to blood and slaughter, often dark and damp in his dreams, stained with the scent of blood.

There had never been a woman.

Nor had he ever indulged in lust, letting it wane.

This kind of dream was completely unfamiliar to him.

Why would he dream of it?

Feng Xingyuan’s eyes deepened.

But he couldn’t remember who the person in the dream was, nor could he see her face.