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Having no money, no power, and no connections, the only way to repay him was to treat him to another good meal, which was indeed quite pathetic. Yang Shen was speechless and could only lower his head to continue tending to the rabbit.

Yichun, oblivious to everything, asked with bright eyes, "Shujun, where do you live? Is it far? Is it fun?"

She herself is never stingy in bringing friends home, so she naturally feels that others should do the same.

Little Pumpkin kept giving Shu Jun meaningful glances, urging him to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and invite her along. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Shu Jun rested his chin on his hand, somewhat absentmindedly: "It's quite far, and not very fun. I'm afraid outsiders won't be able to get in."

Yichun nodded in realization: "When are you leaving? We'll treat you to a meal."

"I'm leaving right now today."

The answer made all three of them jump up. Little Pumpkin covered his forehead, cursing inwardly that he was hopelessly hopeless; even if he chased after the girl he liked for a hundred years, he would never succeed. His master, who usually seemed clever and quick-witted, was incredibly stupid when it came to this.

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand! We're leaving today... Well then, let's hurry to Suzhou. Order whatever you like!" Yi Chun grabbed his sword and left without hesitation.

Shu Jun said indifferently, "I don't like Jiangnan cuisine, so don't bother."

At this point, she seemed somewhat unwilling, glancing at Yang Shen and then at her, before slowly saying, "If you're so inclined, you could give me a ride."

Because of that sentence, the four of them stood by Taihu Lake in the middle of the night, exposed to the cold wind. Yichun sneezed several times, her hands and feet went numb from the cold, and she kept stamping her feet on the ground.

Shu Jun held a heavy cloth bag in his hands, which must be the Taihu stone he had acquired at a high price. He cherished it dearly, occasionally lifting the bag to smell the stone, as if to confirm that it truly smelled of Taihu water.

Little Pumpkin was discussing buying a boat with a fisherman not far away. Before long, the fisherman untied a boat that had been moored to the shore. Little Pumpkin was the first to jump onto the boat and waved in their direction: "Master! The boat is ready!"

Yi Chun and the other man escorted Shu Jun to the side of the boat. Yang Shen cupped his hands and said, "I hope we can meet again in the future. I will definitely treat you to a big drink then."

Shu Jun snorted, sounding somewhat disdainful. He ignored Yang Shen, turning his face to Yi Chun for a long, long time before finally saying, "Be careful, don't die."

Yichun was already used to his strange way of showing concern, so she grinned and said, "Take care too, I hope we can meet again next year?"

Next year? Shu Jun looked at the dark sky but did not answer.

The night wind tousled his long hair, making it curl and swirl like ink lines drawn on rice paper with a brush. His clothes also fluttered like wings, as if they were about to take flight and soar far away.

He handed the Taihu stone in his arms to Little Pumpkin, then suddenly turned around and gently called out, "Yichun, come here for a moment."

He always called her Xiao Ge, neither male nor female, neither close nor distant, which was quite strange. Now, for the first time, he called her Yi Chun, which caught her off guard. She blankly agreed and walked over.

Her wrist was grabbed and gently pulled with a skillful force, causing her to fall forward involuntarily. An arm immediately caught her and lifted her up into the air.

"Ah..." Yichun only had time to utter a sound before a warmth suddenly touched her icy lips, and before her eyes were two magnified long eyelashes, trembling slightly.

This was quite a shock. She froze, then suddenly thought of resisting, but his grip on her head was so precise and skillful that she couldn't move an inch. He held the back of her head and kissed her deeply, almost kissing her heart.

Unlike Yang Shen's passionate yet awkward kiss, this kiss almost suffocated her. Blood rushed through her limbs, but wouldn't flow to her brain. In a daze, she only felt something nimble and wet trying to pry open her teeth. She instinctively clenched her teeth, and it could only gently lick her lips.

It happened very quickly, in a hurry, as if he was in a rush. There wasn't much time for him to linger.

As they were leaving, he whispered to his lips, "You silly child, you actually came when I called you?"

Yichun was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at him as if she had never known him before.

Shu Jun chuckled, lightly wiping his moist lips with his thumb, and said, "Consider this my payment. Goodbye."

She was pushed so hard that she landed right on Yang Shen, who had rushed over to pull her away with a gloomy expression. The two collided and nearly slipped on the slippery rocks.

Looking back, the small boat had already rowed far away. He stood quietly in front of the cabin, without turning back, his hands behind his back, gazing up at the moonless night sky. This mischievous rascal, even on his way out, couldn't stay still, deliberately disturbing the pond that had just settled into spring stillness.

Yang Shen's face was extremely ugly. He vigorously rubbed her lips with his sleeve, almost tearing the skin off. Yi Chun cried out in pain, unable to dodge in time.

The sound of a sanxian (a three-stringed plucked instrument) drifted from the lake, languid and leisurely, like a breeze that didn't want to linger.

Someone is singing: Far from right and wrong, seeking solace in wine, the warm land south of the Yangtze River is perfect for swallows, and the leisurely life north of the water is priceless in spring. A cup of tea, five-colored melons, and flowers of all four seasons.

Gradually, the singing, like the sound of the wind, disappeared and could no longer be heard.

Yichun stared blankly at the small fishing boat that had disappeared into the darkness. After a long while, she whispered, "He's really gone."

Yang Shen didn't say a word, turned around, jumped off the rocks, and strode forward. She quickly followed behind, saying, "Yang Shen, it's so late, shouldn't we stop traveling? How about we find a kind family to stay with for the night?"

He didn't answer, but went straight to the house where Little Pumpkin had bought the boat and knocked on the door.

The fishermen are always kind and honest. When they saw that the two young people were seeking lodging, they quickly invited them into their house and served them hot fish soup and other dishes.

After dinner, another room was prepared for the two of them to sleep in. Yi Chun saw that Yang Shen had washed his face and was now lying on the bed with his head covered by the blanket, leaving only a tuft of black hair on the pillow. She reminded him, "Yang Shen, don't cover your head with the blanket. It's not good for your health."

He acted as if he hadn't heard, not moving an inch.

Yichun walked over and pulled the blanket away: "I'm talking to you! What's wrong with you now?"

He simply turned over, looked up at her, and after a long while said calmly, "Have you always treated me like a child? You meddle in everything, why don't you meddle in your own life!"

Yichun was baffled: "How come I didn't manage myself well?"

He turned his head away, a hint of anger on his face: "If I had kept it under control, how could it have ended up with him... with that... You don't seem to care much? How can you not care at all?!"

Yi Chun was speechless for a moment, and after thinking for a long time, she hesitated before saying, "He's already gone, so there's no use in me caring. Wouldn't that just make me upset?"

"You're doing just fine, so you're definitely not the one causing trouble." Yang Shen snapped, snatching the blanket and pulling it over his head again.

Yichun had originally intended to deceive herself and pretend that nothing had happened, but his outburst of temper only made her more irritable, so she simply ignored him and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly felt someone above her. She instinctively grabbed the sword on the bedside table, but the person whispered, "It's me."

Yang Shen? Yi Chun rubbed her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice, "What are you up to this time instead of sleeping?"