He always saw her as a flower in a mirror, a moon in the water, something he could only dream of but never reach, yet he remained devoted to her.
He looked up and met Wen Moyin's gentle eyes.
Those beautiful eyes seemed to possess a certain magic, deeply, deeply captivating Cen Ji's heart.
Cen Ji paused for a moment, then slowly tapped his chin, so slowly it was almost imperceptible.
Wen Moyin sighed softly, as lightly as a butterfly flapping its wings, without disturbing a speck of dust.
"Seventh Brother".
"exist."
"I just want to see your true feelings."
Wen Moyin finally smiled, and even the vast twilight seemed to warm up.
"So, I think I've found the right person to love."
As she said this, Wen Moyin looked straight at Cen Ji without glancing to the side.
She reached out and tidied Cen Ji's messy hair at his temples.
Cen Ji remained motionless as Wen Moyin stroked his forehead, but unconsciously thought of the other hand. That hand had once lightly touched his sharp jawline, its icy fingers seeming to touch his heart.
Memories were so overwhelming, like a raging storm. He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed, and a flash of crimson appeared in his mind, instantly disappearing into the swirling vortex.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and murmured.
Wen Moyin was very happy that he could still call her that.
"Mmm," she replied, a faint smile playing on her lips.
"You designed all of this?"
"yes."
"Is this... a test?"
Wen Moyin smiled faintly, "If I don't test you, I'm afraid I'll never be sure if you like me."
Forever? Perhaps… Cen Ji suddenly looked up at her, “Was Ban Lan’s burial in the cold pool also part of a test?”
Wen Moyin's expression changed, and he said, "How can you doubt me like this? Alan is my junior sister, how could I let her die?"
After a long silence, Cen Ji finally said, "Then... I hope Miss will take good care of her."
“Call me Moyin,” Wen Moyin corrected.
Cen Ji was somewhat displeased. He didn't understand why Wen Moyin cared more about a title than Ban Lan's death.
Wen Moyin saw the fleeting displeasure in his eyes, turned around, and called out down the mountain, "The eighth!"
A moment later, Chu Ba's light blue figure leaped onto the mountaintop.
On the eighth day, he bowed to Wen Moyin and said, "Miss, Ban Lan has been laid to rest."
Upon hearing this, Cen Ji felt a tremor in his heart.
After finishing his sentence, Chu Ba turned to Cen Ji and said, "Seventh Brother, don't let Miss down. We brothers have been running around like crazy for you."
Cen Ji was completely baffled. "What do you mean?"
Chu Ba chuckled, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know which other secret guards Kongshan Ridge has besides me."
Cen Ji's mind was instantly illuminated, as if lightning flashed in the dark night.
"Are you all the secret guards of Kongshan Ridge?" 'You' of course refers to Chu Ba, Zhai Huan, Xiong San Niang, He Bi, Huang, and Su Qiao.
Chu Ba nodded, "I'm the eighth brother. I don't think you're that much older than me, so let's skip the 'Seventh Brother' thing."
As he spoke, Chu Ba shamelessly hoisted Cen Ji onto his shoulder.
Cen Ji was swayed by his carrying, but his expression remained one of surprise.
"Young Miss, he's gone mad. You're in for a headache. I'll take my leave now." With that, Chu Ba stuck out her tongue, and in a few leaps, she jumped down the mountain.
Wen Moyin walked gracefully towards Cen Ji and gently took his hand.
His hands were not warm at all; the dry calluses rubbed against her soft palms, yet she felt incredibly at ease.
“Foolish? How could I be?” she said.
She believed that only what she held in her hands was truly real.
Just like Cen Ji at this moment, no matter how fast he flies, he can only obediently let her hold him.
*******
Rumor has it that Cen Ji is the future Master of Kongshan Ridge.
Therefore, Chu Ba never dared to have a direct confrontation with Cen Ji, because Cen Ji went to find Chu Ba after coming down the mountain that day and said that he had killed Ban Lan.
On the eighth day, he opened his mouth several times to cry out his innocence, but he choked back the word "innocence" and swallowed it back down.
He dared not shout, even though he was truly innocent.
If you can't afford to offend them, you can at least avoid them.