After school, he was then offered himself to a succubus.

"Knock knock".

Zhang Chen knocked on the door tentatively, but there was no response.

Fortunately, the door wasn't locked; I could just turn the handle and get in.

Just before he was about to push open the door, he took out a syringe from his pocket, which he had just grabbed at the hospital.

Then, he used a syringe to prick his wrist and extracted the blood that had circulated throughout his body for a week.

He gasped.

The needle marks haven't healed yet, and the wounds left by Tushan Hansu haven't closed up either. It just so happens that I had to use it today.

Although it couldn't directly save Lin Yinmeng's life, it could at least alleviate some of her suffering.

Unfortunately, there's no way to use the most effective one directly... well, he wouldn't dare to say so either.

After all, even Tu Shan Han Su doesn't dare to touch him yet. According to Miss Fox, if she touches him, her period will stop for ten months.

Two touches will cause them to lose their minds and become his slaves.

She wasn't quite sure about the three-hit combination, saying she hadn't experienced it before.

Zhang Chen was terrified and asked her if she had experienced the previous two encounters.

Tu Shan Han Su answered as follows:

"Back then, your yang energy wasn't this terrifying. Now it's accumulating more and more, almost ten times what it was before, so its power will naturally increase exponentially."

"You forced me to satisfy your lust several times... If I hadn't been so resolute and unyielding, you would have taken my virginity."

Even so, you've left my hands and feet unclean; that's my experience.

"What do you mean by 'not having clean hands and feet'? Have you ever done petty theft?" Zhang Chen asked at the time.

Tu Shan Han Su sneered and pinched him.

Zhang Chen understood.

That's because their hands and feet are indeed not clean.

But as things stand, Bai Nuoyan is still the boldest.

This cat cuddles and chews on him all day long, and the barbs on his tongue are almost worn into calluses. He's already quite repressed in his human form, but at least he'll say a few sarcastic things to pretend to dislike him. But once he turns into a cat, he stops pretending.

I made a few jokes in my mind to ease my mind.

"Creak..."

Zhang Chen finally pushed open the door.

But upon entering, the tall, slender, and sweet-smiling woman was nowhere to be seen.

Only a small, colorful little bird, which was wiping the ground with a tissue using its claws, let out a soft chirping when it saw him.

It means that she is not Lin Yinmeng; Lin Yinmeng went out to gather information.

Zhang Chen didn't point it out first, but instead noticed the messy sheet music and script in the room, along with the torn pieces of paper.

"Waaah..."

The little magpie chirped quickly, indicating that her breed of bird, like a husky, would destroy the house.

She also advised Zhang Chen not to keep a dog, because many dogs are only loyal on the surface, but in reality they want to ride on their owners' backs. Such dogs are not desirable.

Zhang Chen smiled wryly. Could he have acted any less convincingly?

Clearly, this pheasant is Lin Yinmeng.

Looking at the mess in the room, one can imagine how much pain Lin Yinmeng was in when she went crazy.

Is this... a monster's depression?

Zhang Chen glanced at the ground that Tuan Que was wiping... there were still a few streaks of bright red that hadn't been wiped clean, and the air was filled with the painful smell of blood.

She was wiping away blood.

"..."

Zhang Chen understood. Since Lin Yinmeng was still pretending, it proved that she was extremely unwilling to let Zhang Chen know her true situation.

That's fine; a subtle approach might be more effective than a direct statement.

Zhang Chen bent down, intending to lift her up...

"Ouch!" Tuan Que suddenly cried out in pain.

Zhang Chen then noticed that its wings were broken and it would tremble at the slightest touch.

"Don't move, I'll heal your wounds."

The little sparrow shook its head pitifully, looking at the syringe in Zhang Chen's hand with a hint of fear—she knew what it was.

"Waaaaah..."

She said she didn't want it; such precious things shouldn't be wasted on her...

"They've all been taken out. They have a very short shelf life. I originally wanted to give them to Lin Yinmeng, but since she's not here, I'll give them to you. You look quite badly injured."

"Eek..." Tuanque still wanted to refuse.

"We can't let it go to waste, right? Then I guess I'll have to give it to Li Yinuo..."

"Eek!" The little sparrow suddenly became anxious, like a baby bird eagerly waiting to be fed, opening its little beak and chirping anxiously.

Zhang Chen then dripped blood into her mouth while wrapping his hands around her, using his yang energy to nourish her.

As the yang energy entered her body, Zhang Chen finally realized just how weak Lin Yinmeng was.

As fragile as a cicada in summer, it will die if it stops singing.

The little silly bird was soft and fluffy against his palm, like a ball of cotton, and felt so good that Zhang Chen didn't dare to use even the slightest force.

I'm afraid that if I exert any force, she will dissolve like cotton wool.

"Let me clean up your mess first."

After feeding her blood, seeing that the silly bird's wings could barely flap, Zhang Chen felt relieved. He placed her on the bed, carefully supporting her with a pillow, and got up to tidy up the scattered papers on the floor.

Fortunately, even if life cannot be extended, the injuries can still be treated.

So, just like when facing Bai Nuoyan, I'll still have to use my verbal skills.

"I heard from Crow that Lin Yinmeng has a problem with her throat, and she coughs up blood at night? Is that why she can't sing?"

The little sparrow lay silently on the pillow, watching him quietly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"That's why I brought a vial of blood," Zhang Chen added, "to see if it can cure her."

"She always gave me a special feeling, and maybe it's true, as she said, that we've known each other for many years."

"Did I seem a bit cold today? Did I come across as unapproachable? But actually, I don't know how to face her..."

"I'm just an eighteen-year-old student with some extraordinary talents. She's a very famous star, and I can't fall asleep every night without listening to her songs."

Zhang Chen paused, tidied up the paper and placed it on the table, glancing at the little silly bird out of the corner of his eye.

"I know I may have a lot of unknown past, but I was originally very reluctant to recall it."

"Until I met her tonight, I suddenly became curious about the past. What was our past like? What did she experience over the past thousand years?"

Upon hearing this, the little sparrow opened and closed its tiny beak, and its little claws, nestled in its feathers, scratched restlessly at the pillow.

"Could you pass this on to her?" Zhang Chen turned to look at her. "I really want to know what happened in the past, especially regarding her..."

"I could sense that she was about to leave soon."

"Her appearance was as if to tell me... she traveled thousands of miles to see me, only to say goodbye."

"That's a pity."

"We only knew each other for a few days, but I will spend a lifetime trying to forget. I can't forget."

"Is she getting revenge on me? Maybe I did the same thing to her before?"

"But at least let me know what mistakes I made, how many years I owe her, and how long I've been away from her. If it's ten years, then I'll stay with her for another hundred years; if it's a hundred years, then I'll stay with her for another thousand years... if it's a thousand years..."

"Okay, actually I don't want to break up with her at all. I wanted to say forever, but... thinking about it carefully, I'll be satisfied as long as she's still here tomorrow."

"I wonder if a bird like you can understand..."

"It just snowed, and it looked beautiful against the sunset. My first thought was to take out my phone and show it to her. I wanted to ask her if she, like me, didn't have an umbrella. Although I've only met her once, I remember her habit of smiling with her eyes squinted into crescent moons... I can't help but imitate her little gestures. When I walk alone to school, the journey feels long and boring, but if I could walk with her, the road would feel so short that I wouldn't want to take another step..."

"I'm really afraid of missing her," Zhang Chen's voice was hoarse. "I want to find her again."

Just then, a fitting bird song rang out from outside the window, mournful but not desolate, sad but not painful.

A sliver of moonlight suddenly fell into the room, still trembling faintly, shimmering like the moon on a lake.

Zhang Chen looked in that direction and saw several crows carrying a mirror, reflecting the moon in the sky and casting its shadow into the house.

In addition, several sparrows tickled the crow's armpits, making the crow laugh and tremble. The mirror it was carrying in its beak also trembled, creating the illusion that the moon was floating in the room.

The other birds were working hard to join in, just as Lin Yinmeng had sung for them before; this time it was their turn to sing for Lin Yinmeng.

A smile appeared on Zhang Chen's lips as he looked at the silly bird curled up in a small ball on the pillow.

He could vaguely guess Lin Yinmeng's thoughts; it was nothing more than... fearing she was wasting too much time. Rather than trying to regain her memories, Lin Yinmeng wanted to do something for Zhang Chen before she died...

"Eek..."

The sparrow looked up, chirped frantically, and seemed to be struggling with an indecisive decision. She then leaped from her pillow and flew out the window...

Meanwhile, the birds outside were also in disarray.

Zhang Chen was stunned, thinking that the battle had failed, and did not try to persuade him to come back.

He sighed, but before he could catch his breath, the door to the room was suddenly flung open.

Lin Yinmeng appeared at the door with a bright smile, carrying a rather innocent-looking crow in her hand.

"Oh dear~ why didn't you tell me you were coming?" The mature woman approached affectionately.

"Did this crow tell you something? Okay, I admit it... um~ actually! I was just pretending! I was just acting pitiful... to trick you into coming to keep me company..."

"Big Crow, is this how it is?" The older woman shook the crow in her hand.

"Caw..." The crow nodded helplessly.

"See? Sorry, sorry~" Lin Yinmeng threw away the crow and pushed Zhang Chen to walk out.

"But it's too late tonight, and I'm a little tired. If you want to do it with me, let's come back tomorrow..."

Although she spoke with a smile, her voice was hoarse and her breathing was unsteady.

"Will I see you again tomorrow?" Zhang Chen asked, still chasing after her as she forcefully pushed him away.

The mature woman paused for a moment, then continued laughing:

"We pinky swear!"

"Does that mean it's okay?"

"Hmm... I guess so."

"It's a deal." Zhang Chen took two steps forward, then turned back and stared intently at her.

"Oh..." Lin Yinmeng lowered her head under his gaze. "It's a deal..."

"I come here once a day," Zhang Chen said. "Good night."

"Goodnight..." Lin Yinmeng clutched her chest, "You should go now... give the girl some space..."

"Then I'm leaving."

"Hey, wait..." Lin Yinmeng suddenly called out to him again, her outstretched hand waving, blurring her vision along with it.

She couldn't hold back her tears.

"I...I..."

See you tomorrow.

"See you tomorrow," Zhang Chen said with a smile.

Lin Yinmeng, like a little girl, smiled foolishly and waved to him awkwardly, her head shaking along with the gesture.

She longed to shout to him that she didn't want to die, that she loved him so much.

But her memories are barren, leaving only a raging inferno.

Her love was even more absurd, like a summer avalanche.

"Coo coo... Chirp chirp..."

The birds flew down and landed in front of her.

Looking at them, she finally couldn't hold back her tears.

So... let her have one last, continuous snowfall in this last summer.