Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

After the two systems.

"Hmm... Ugh..."

The familiar humming sound outside continued unabated.

Jingliu's hand didn't feel sore; he stood in front of the gap, his eyes glazed over, almost indistinguishable from the crows outside.

After a silent spasm and convulsion, she lowered her gaze.

…not enough……

How about we just leave it like this... and go out like this...?

Master should be able to understand her... right?

Sister Crow definitely won't mind, so as long as Master doesn't mind either...

Because he had been suppressing his emotions for too long, dark lines began to appear around Jingliu's eyes, and he kept hypnotizing himself.

I am my master's disciple. Although my master is strict, he loves me.

Because I am his disciple, and because he loves me, he is strict with me.

If you don't love someone, why would you care whether they live or die?

So I can go out, I can express my desires, I can plead with my master...

You can... join them...

Right?

Yes, yes!

As a result, Jingliu seemed to have successfully convinced himself, and his heart rate soared.

Finding a moment when the crow paused its movements and stopped humming, I prepared to push open the wardrobe door—

"Mirror Flow! How dare you!"

Qi Zhimu's stern and angry voice exploded without warning deep in Jingliu's mind, shattering the idea that had inexplicably arisen within her.

The thought of possibly hearing the most terrifying sound from my memory after going outside quickly chilled my newly enthusiastic heart.

No…no!

She doesn't want to hear that sentence again!

You must listen to your master and not make him angry; you only need to listen to your master...

Unconsciously, a sentence welled up in Jingliu's heart.

—You really shouldn't be a traitor; you'll only bring trouble upon yourself.

……

With the curtains drawn, the faint light of dawn outside the window was not very noticeable.

The crow nestled in Qi Zhimu's arms, its hand resting on his chest, feeling his warmth and strong heartbeat.

A smile played on her lips, radiating a contented tenderness and happiness.

The brain, which had long since become a blank, is gradually regaining its cognition and consciousness.

There was something that had been bothering me a little yesterday, but I didn't feel it was the right time to ask about it. Now I think it might be a good time to ask.

"...Lord Zhimu...There's something that's been bothering me yesterday."

"you say."

"Did Jingliu and Lady Zhimu have a falling out?"

Yesterday, while having dinner at Shangziwei Restaurant, the former Yunshang Wuxiao happened to be there.

From where she was sitting, she could see the emotional changes of Jingliu, as well as the other three, including Jingyuan.

Aside from the relatively uneventful lives of Yin Yuejun and Ying Xing, the rest of them are all quite different.

Aside from the same unexpected events, Jingyuan was troubled and overwhelmed.

White Dew is associated with curiosity and gossip.

Jingliu, on the other hand, was humble and evasive, with an expression that showed he was afraid of what his master might do to him.

Just like a naughty child who gets into trouble and then fears being scolded by their parents.

Jing Liu's tense emotions only began to relax when she noticed that Qi Zhimu glanced at her and then looked away without saying anything.

There were many people around, and we were outside, so the crow could only keep it in its heart for the time being.

"...I remember that Lord Zhimu was rarely angry with her in the past, and he cared about her the most."

"Judging from her complexion, it seems that neither you nor she need to restrain yourselves anymore; you've done everything you needed to do."

"In that case, could you tell me what happened?"

Han Ya looked up at Qi Zhimu, his expression and tone extremely serious.

"Conflicts need to be resolved promptly; dragging them out will benefit no one. Punishment or scolding are fine, but please, Lord Zhimu, avoid a cold war..."

Qi Zhimu was slightly taken aback, then smiled gently.

Inside the wardrobe, Jingliu overheard these words and uncontrollably bit her lower lip.

I felt both ashamed and moved.

She knew, and always had known, that both Xueyi and Hanya, aside from her relationship with their master, treated her as a younger sister.

I felt ashamed because I remembered Xueyi's urgent notification message.

After Xueyi reunited with her master, she informed her as quickly as possible.

But what did she do?

At the time, I was looking for Dan Heng in Lin Yuan Realm, wanting to question him about why he hadn't said a word and teach him a lesson.

On the day I reunited with my master, my mind was filled only with myself and the morbid possessiveness born from those morbid thoughts.

Desperate to possess her master, she didn't hesitate to drug him...

It wasn't until Xueyi sent a notification that they realized they had forgotten to tell the sisters that they had finally found their master.

She was not only an unqualified apprentice, but also an unqualified junior.

Black Tower casually exposed the truth, saying that she had never made any effective contributions to her master, so how could she be qualified to monopolize him?

It's unpleasant to hear, I don't want to hear it, but I have to admit... it's all true.

Xueyi immediately informed her that Han Ya was now concerned about what had happened between her and her master.

Knowing that asking might upset her master, she still spoke up.

Recalling the torment of that night, Jingliu felt a self-mocking thought.

She really deserved it...

I can be confrontational with anyone, but not with Xueyi Hanya.

They, like their master, have always cared for her unconditionally.

Jingliu no longer hesitated and prepared to go out to admit his mistake, so he reached out and pushed the wardrobe door open.

Ok? !

Qi Zhimu's eyes sharpened, and his murderous aura was about to burst forth when he sensed the familiarity and belonging of that aura, and his brows immediately furrowed.

Han Ya also sensed something, and quietly placed two fingers on Qi Zhimu's lips, shaking his head silently.

"This sticky feeling is a bit uncomfortable. I'd like to go soak in a hot spring, and we can talk there... Is that alright?"

"…good."

A look of tacit approval flashed across Qi Zhimu's eyes as he picked up Han Ya and carried her out of the room unhurriedly.

The simple, unobstructed room fell completely silent, with only the faint scent of heather remaining.

After a while, Jingliu pushed open the wardrobe door, walked out silently, and returned to his room as quickly as possible.

She wasn't sure if it was a coincidence or if they had sensed something.

It was a coincidence, but if someone had noticed, any further movement of the hand would have betrayed Han Ya's good intentions.

Looking dazed, Jingliu walked into the private bathroom, took off his clothes, tore off the band-aid that had been on his body all night, and went to the shower area to turn on the handle.

The coldest water sprayed out, constantly washing over my body and the complex thoughts in my mind.

How could Han Ya have the mindset that since she doesn't care, he doesn't need to consider her feelings, when he clearly didn't invite her?

Yandere is such a disease... really...

No, it's clearly a human problem. What's the difference between blaming the illness and shirking responsibility?

Does the fact that mentally ill people can harm others mean that they don't have to bear the same consequences as normal people who commit crimes, and can they justify it with a clear conscience?

The Black Tower's words may be unpleasant to hear, but they are still true.

Everyone can fight for water based on their own abilities, but no one can monopolize the water source and let others die of thirst.

Black Tower kept its word and did not apply double standards.

Thinking of this, Jingliu sighed softly.

Find a suitable opportunity to properly apologize to Xueyi Hanya.

In the end, it caused trouble for the judge of the Ten Kings' Court in an unexpected way...

……