After receiving Ye Chuan's affirmative answer, Luo Xi looked at the medicine in her hand and immediately stood up. "Chuanchuan, I'm heading home for a bit!"
With that, she dashed off in a hurry, leaving behind only the bouncing silhouette of her high ponytail.
"Breakfast…" Ye Chuan hadn't even finished speaking before the only response he got was the sound of the door closing behind her.
Rush, rush, rush.
She must have been in a real hurry.
Ye Chuan shook his head, though he could understand Luo Xi's eagerness to treat her mother's illness. After all, she was a filial daughter—for Luo Xi, even a second sooner could mean a second less of suffering.
After Luo Xi left, Ye Chuan turned his attention to Bai Qianshuang.
The girl was still eating her dumplings in small, delicate bites. By now, her plate was nearly empty. While Ye Chuan had been talking to Luo Xi, Bai Qianshuang had been quietly focused on her meal.
"Does it taste good?" Ye Chuan asked.
Bai Qianshuang nodded. "Delicious."
But her chopsticks seemed to slow down slightly, her beautiful eyes lowering as if lost in thought. Noticing this, Ye Chuan spoke up, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Missing your mother?"
As if Ye Chuan had struck a chord, Bai Qianshuang's expression softened with vulnerability. Her gaze dropped even lower, and she let out a faint "Mm."
The loss of a loved one is a lingering dampness in the heart, always resurfacing when least expected.
Especially for Bai Qianshuang, who carried the weight of vengeance.
Ye Chuan wouldn't tell her to let go of that hatred. As an outsider, he couldn't fully grasp her pain or share in her grief.
Perhaps if Bai Qianshuang could exact her revenge and honor her mother and master, she might finally find peace.
Seeing her like this, Ye Chuan didn’t want her to stew in her sorrow alone.
Remembering that the next day was the weekend, he suddenly smiled and said,
"Tomorrow’s the weekend, right? How about I take you to the amusement park?"
Amusement park?
Bai Qianshuang didn’t know what that was.
Ye Chuan explained.
"Me too! I wanna go!" Lan Xiaoke chimed in, popping up beside them.
"You’re grounded."
"Ouch, that hurts." Lan Xiaoke clutched her chest dramatically, letting out a pitiful whimper that made Ye Chuan’s lips twitch. "Fine, you can come."
Watching Ye Chuan and Lan Xiaoke banter, Bai Qianshuang felt something fill the emptiness in her heart. A faint smile tugged at her lips.
...
After finishing breakfast, Ye Chuan and Luo Xi, who had returned by then, headed off to school together.
"Chuanchuan, you know what? My mom took that medicine you gave her, and she’s already so much better—full of energy!" Luo Xi chattered excitedly about her family.
"Honestly, it’s like she’s completely fine now."
"That’s great, isn’t it?" Ye Chuan smiled at her enthusiasm.
"Yeah, yeah! I haven’t seen my mom this healthy in years." Luo Xi beamed, her gratitude toward Ye Chuan overflowing.
At that thought, she tightened her grip on Ye Chuan’s arm, nuzzling against him affectionately.
"Chuanchuan, I really, really like you."
"How much?"
"Super, super like!" Luo Xi raised one hand high, giggling like a fool.
"Louder. Put some energy into it."
"Ugh, you’re the worst." She playfully bit his arm.
When the two arrived at the classroom, Luo Xi spotted her best friend, An Shiyu, and greeted her, "Morning, Yuyu!"
"Yo." An Shiyu responded, glancing at Ye Chuan and Luo Xi.
"Still this clingy, lovebirds?"
"What do you mean clingy?" Luo Xi blinked, confused. Had she done anything with Ye Chuan on the way in?
An Shiyu: "..."
You’re literally glued to him even at school. You might as well fuse into him.
"How’s the school festival prep going?" An Shiyu asked casually.
"The broadcasting club’s mainly handling the hosting duties, but my co-host, Luo Hao, ran into some trouble," Luo Xi explained.
"What kind?"
"He said he saw a ghost a few days ago, kept insisting his parents were imposters, and hasn’t come to school since." Luo Xi had no idea what had gotten into Luo Hao, but the others in the broadcasting club said he was possessed.
Like he’d encountered something… unclean.
"Chuanchuan, do you think ghosts really exist?" Luo Xi turned to Ye Chuan curiously.
"Nah, just hallucinations," Ye Chuan chuckled.
Ghosts? Not a chance. None at all.
"Yeah, I guess so."
The morning classes passed without incident. By lunchtime, Ye Chuan received a message from Wang Yanran.
It was about the spirit essence.
Wang Yanran: Ye Chuan, I booked a private room.
She sent over the address.
Ye Chuan checked—it wasn’t far from school, just a short cab ride away.
"Maybe I should buy a car?"
Waiting by the roadside for his ride, Ye Chuan mulled it over. Sure, he could fly on his sword, but that was a bit too flashy for broad daylight.
A car would be more practical.
Problem was, he knew nothing about cars.
"I’ll ask around later." Just as he thought this, his ride arrived.
Once inside, he glanced at the driver and asked, "Hey, if I wanted to buy a car, what would you recommend?"
"Buy a car?" The driver tapped his steering wheel proudly. "Get one like mine—a Biyadi. Know what I mean?"
"Not really," Ye Chuan laughed.
"Let me tell ya, last time I picked up a lady, her husband caught us, but he thought I was just her Uber driver. Classic!" The driver grinned smugly.
"Though honestly, I just do this part-time. Gotta make a few bucks to cover the electricity bill, y’know?"
"Right…"
After some small talk, Ye Chuan arrived at the restaurant.
Entering the reserved private room, he found Wang Yanran—and a table laden with delicious dishes.
"You’re here," Wang Yanran smiled.
"Expecting more people?" Ye Chuan asked.
"Nope, just us."
Ye Chuan didn’t dwell on it, sitting down before getting straight to the point. "The spirit essence?"
Wang Yanran pulled out several jade vials from a bag beside her and slid them toward Ye Chuan. "All here."
Ye Chuan picked one up. "Mind if I open it?"
"Go ahead."
He uncorked the vial, and in an instant, hundreds of spirit essences floated out, glowing like tiny orbs of light.
"This much?" Ye Chuan was surprised.
Now this was a generous offer.
"Yes. Consider it the Wang family’s sincerity," Wang Yanran said.
Soon, the pendant on Ye Chuan’s chest began to glow.
Drawn by its power, every last spirit essence was devoured by Lilith.
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