Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

Ye Wanhe, annoyed by the interruption, turned around abruptly, about to curse, but saw that the person in front of him was handsome, dressed in a white robe, carrying a sword, and had an outstanding temperament. He was probably a noble young master.

A chill ran down his spine, and he quickly changed his tune, unconsciously hunching his back as he spoke in a fawning tone: "Yes, this is the place. And you are, sir?"

Ye Chaosheng frowned. He hadn't been away from the island for too long. It was understandable that others wouldn't recognize him, but Ye Wanhe couldn't possibly not recognize him.

His tone was somewhat urgent: "Don't you recognize me?"

Ye Wanhe's heart skipped a beat. He thought he had forgotten some important person he had met before. He quickly looked closely, but he only felt that the person's face was somewhat familiar. He really did not recognize him.

He became timid and hesitant: "This... I am stupid and foolish, and I really... do not recognize you, young master."

Ye Chaosheng's heart sank, and he waved his hand: "Get lost!"

Ye Wanhe was speechless, a flash of anger crossing her eyes, but she dared not lash out. She turned to leave, but then the young master suddenly asked, "What were you doing just now?"

……

Wang Ershan was sobbing softly inside the house, silently praying that her front door would be sturdy enough, when the knocking suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, a voice that sounded extremely familiar rang out from outside, instantly stopping her crying. She quickly lay down on the ground and listened carefully.

The voice was so similar to the one in a hazy dream she had, the one that had told her to wait for him. Her heart pounded, and just as she was about to listen again, the voice disappeared.

Then, a dull thud was heard from outside the door as something landed and rolled twice.

She sat blankly on the ground, feeling utterly ridiculous. Her father had passed away, someone was coming to take advantage of her family's wealth, and she was actually hoping for a voice from her dream to save her.

"Crunch~"

Her window was opened, and a young man in a white robe walked in with a smile on his face.

She turned her head and looked at the blurry face in her dream. The hair at her temples was blown by the breeze, and tears immediately rolled down her face.

She spoke softly, a smile playing on her lips, uttering the words she had longed to say a thousand times: "Brother Chaosheng, you've come to pick me up?"

The boy initially laughed, but then tears streamed down his face uncontrollably. He stood there, at a loss for what to do.

Wang Ershan got up, ran over in a few steps, hugged the person she had been longing for, and burst into tears.

She cried out and pounded on the boy's chest; a little girl had finally found her pillar of support again.

"Why are you taking so long? Let's never be apart, okay?"

Ye Chaosheng's face was pale, and he remained silent, afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would cough up blood and stain the girl's dress in his arms.

He tied all the people who bullied the girl and the relatives who sold him back then to a tree and whipped them several times. Finding it all too boring, he stayed at Wang Ershan's house and spent all his time clinging to the girl.

He finally couldn't hold on any longer and coughed up blood. Only then did his apologetic voice ring out, meeting the girl's terrified gaze and her rolling tears.

"I'm sorry, Shan'er, Brother Chaosheng was just bragging. He can't make you the most glamorous bride."

He suddenly felt a pang of regret, unsure whether he should have come back.

Should I have offended those people? Should I apologize to them?

Or should I go over there now and kill them all? I should be able to do that now.

What will happen to Ershan after I die? Who will she marry?

Ershan knew his thoughts, lay in his arms, and said with a smile that she wanted to die with him, just like in the stories, never to be separated again.

For the first time in his life, he cursed at her, but stopped mid-sentence and then nestled in her arms, crying.

For the next half day, he tried to persuade her with all his heart, until he met her gaze and he was speechless. Knowing that he couldn't persuade her, he gave her the long sword.

"My lord, please make Ershan forget me."

He began to plead in his heart, but for some reason, he asked for more and more, and he even felt that he was being a little greedy.

He just kept muttering to himself, "As you wish, as you wish."

……

"Brother Chaosheng, feeding the chickens~"

"Huh? Ershan, you scared me! How come you walk so quietly?" Ye Chaosheng shuddered, turned around, and said irritably.

"Hey! Brother Chaosheng, why are you crying? It's not that scary, is it?" The girl by the chicken coop seemed frightened and quickly asked.

"Crying?" Ye Chaosheng touched his face, unaware that he was already in tears.

His face stiffened, and he looked a little embarrassed. He quickly wiped away his tears, threw down the broken bowl in his hand, and ran out of the chicken coop. As if by magic, he pulled an egg out of his sleeve.

Looking up, he saw that the girl was also wiping away tears.

"Hey, Ershan, why are you crying too?" He tried to comfort her, at a loss for what to do.

……

The boy suddenly woke up from the haystack, gasping for breath. The girl beside him quickly released her grip on his nose, her face full of smiles.

"What was Chao Sheng dreaming about that made him laugh like that?"

Looking at the girl's pretty face, Ye Chaosheng remembered what he had done in his dream, and immediately blushed. He coughed and said seriously, "Ershan, I dreamed that an immortal took a liking to me and wanted to teach me immortal techniques!"

"Pfft~" The girl laughed loudly: "Brother Chaosheng, there are no immortals in this world. You must be crazy to want to eat eggs."

"Yes, I saw it, He...wait, right, there are no immortals in the world."

Ye Chaosheng touched his nose, looked at the girl who was laughing hysterically, blushed, and suddenly pounced on her on the pile of grass to tickle her.

"Little girl, you dare to laugh at me? Do you know you're wrong?"

The sound of a girl's silvery laughter filled my ears.

……

"Brother Chaosheng, when will you marry me? I don't want anything else, I just want you!" The girl threw herself at him, lowered her head and kissed him, her face flushed and her expression resolute.

"Wait for me..." Ye Chaosheng looked at the person he had been longing for day and night, but the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he nodded and said, "Okay, I'll marry you. I'll marry you right away."

So Wang Ershan brought candles from home, Ye Chaosheng stole an egg and boiled it, and the two of them held a wedding ceremony in the courtyard.

The girl's flushed face was the best blush. She ate half an egg, put the other half in her mouth, and gestured to the boy with her eyes.

After eating the egg, Ye Chaosheng licked his lips with satisfaction and exclaimed, "Delicious!"

"What's delicious?" Wang Ershan blinked and asked.

"You, my...wife."

……

The boy married into the Wang family and grew into a man. Several years later, one day, in order to nourish his pregnant wife, he went to the beach to fish and unexpectedly pulled up several fist-sized pieces of gold.

With this, he took his family away from the island, acquired property on the mainland, and became a well-known philanthropist—Master Ye. He and his wife had children and lived a very comfortable life.

He collapsed after burying his wife with his own hands.

When he was barely breathing, he lay in bed surrounded by his filial sons and grandsons who were crying their eyes out. Suddenly, he had an epiphany.

"So, He was quite satisfied."

……

Jiang Shi buried the boy's body and the girl who committed suicide together at the highest point of the island, facing the first rays of the morning sun each day.

He used his supernatural powers to hide the two souls in a dream that would never end.