After disappearing for ten years, the junior sister made the entire sect kneel down to welcome her.

Su Mingyue felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

What to do, what to do, what to do...

She didn't want to lose everything she had now. She had finally managed to escape that awful identity—that orphaned girl from the mortal world, that unwanted child Su Mingyue who was thrown out of a brothel.

She finally became the beloved "Luo Huanzhen," pampered by her master, fawned over by her senior brothers, and carefully protected by the entire sect.

She can't lose these.

Absolutely not.

Faced with Lei Ziyue's probing and suspicious gaze, Su Mingyue's mind went blank, and then she did the only thing she could think of—she closed her eyes and fainted.

Luo Zhen tilted his head slightly, blinked, and looked at the frail older sister who had suddenly "fainted."

Her breath was still hurried and fearful.

She pretends to be unconscious when faced with difficult questions, but she doesn't do it convincingly at all. Anyone who believes her must be the biggest idiot in the world!

"Zhenzhen!!!"

Lei Ziyue roared, picked up Su Mingyue, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Luo Huanzhen stared at the anxious figure disappearing into the distance, his mouth agape in a small circle, unable to close for a long time.

Some people actually believed it.

That person is my foolish second senior brother!

The little flag stuck in Luo Huanzhen's little bun was being blown around by the wind sweeping in from outside, as if it were sighing along with her.

The little boy, covered in bruises, angrily climbed back onto the bed, then buried himself under the covers, covering himself from head to toe.

A small bulge appeared on the blanket.

The little bag remained motionless for a while, then slowly, very slowly, shrank back.

Luo was really unhappy.

She clearly exposed the true colors of that seemingly weak older sister, proving that she was the real Zhenzhen.

Why did the second brother still leave with that fake product?

……

Danfeng Hall.

A middle-aged female cultivator dressed in a green palace dress sat beside the medical bed, gently wiping the fine sweat from the forehead of the young girl on the bed with a damp cloth.

Her movements were gentle, but when she looked up at Lei Ziyue kneeling in front of her, her gaze was as cold as a frozen pool in the twelfth lunar month.

"Perhaps he fell into a coma due to excessive emotional fluctuations, but it's nothing serious."

Elder Danhong placed the handkerchief back into the copper basin. Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was barbed. "But what's wrong with you, Ziyue? A few days ago, you took her out to play, and she got frightened. Yesterday, you let her run wild and accompanied her to supervise the new disciple trials, where she was injured by that reckless young outer disciple. Before you could even have a peaceful night, another incident happened today! You know perfectly well that she's not in good health and can't handle any stress..."

Lei Ziyue knelt on the prayer mat, silently enduring the scolding. His eyes were fixed on the ground, but his gaze was unfocused, his mind filled with the image of that little kid from earlier.

His face was covered in scars, his body was covered in wounds, and his hair, which looked like dry straw, was tied into two crooked little buns.

But those eyes—those big, bright eyes, stubborn and clean, were exactly the same as Zhenzhen's when she was little.

She said she was the real one.

She knows many childhood secrets that only he and Zhenzhen know.

And her eyes, those bright and stubborn eyes, really resembled Luo Huanzhen's when he was a child.

Oh, and she also had her hair tied in a little bun.

Lei Ziyue used to like to tie Zhenzhen's hair into little pigtails.

However, her hair was too sparse and yellow, her face and body were covered in scars, and her body was thin and frail, a far cry from the delicate, fair-skinned little girl with jet-black hair she once was, which caused me to not notice these details for a moment.

Could it be that she really is Zhenzhen...?

If she is real, then who is the junior sister lying on the bed whom he has pampered and protected for ten years?

Lei Ziyue's heart clenched suddenly.

"Lei Ziyue! Are you even listening to me?"

Elder Danhong's low rebuke pulled him back from his chaotic thoughts.

Lei Ziyue suddenly stood up, his knee hitting the edge of the futon with a dull thud.

He bowed hastily and said, "Excuse me, Elder, I have something to attend to!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Elder Danhong watched his retreating figure disappear into the distance, the words of her anger stuck in her throat. She flicked her sleeve and said angrily, "I'll teach you a lesson another day."

When Elder Danhong looked down at the unconscious girl on the bed, her eyes softened with heartache once more.

The poor child, he was frightened again for no reason.

The shadows of the surrounding trees flashed by, and in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Lei Ziyue returned to the outer disciple's courtyard.

The door that he and his junior sister left with open is still open.

Lei Ziyue stood at the door, took a deep breath, and hesitated before walking into the small house.

Looking around, the room was empty, no one was there, but on the simple wooden bed, the gray coarse cloth quilt was arched in a small curve.

Lei Ziyue's heart skipped a beat again—

This was a habit my junior sister had when she was little.

When I'm unhappy, I'll curl up in bed and wrap myself up like a little silkworm cocoon.

He could always find her in bed, then pick her up, blanket and all, carry her on his shoulder and walk around the yard. She would giggle and crawl out from under the covers, forgetting all her unhappiness.

Lei Ziyue slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. He opened his dry lips and called out, "Zhenzhen?"

The voice was soft and hoarse, as if afraid of startling something.

The little bulge inside the blanket stirred.

"Who?"

A fluffy little head peeked out from under the blanket, its two little tufts of hair rubbing against the blanket and its cheeks bearing red marks from the bedding.

The moment Luo Huanzhen saw the person who had arrived, his eyes lit up.

The sadness in her heart vanished like dark clouds blown away by a strong wind. She scrambled out of bed, knelt on the bed, and looked up at it, shouting happily, "Second Brother! You're back!"

Lei Ziyue looked at the pair of bright, sparkling eyes on the bed, his throat tightening.

He reached out and gently touched her face.

The scars his fingertips touched were rough and hard, but his heart softened like water.

"...Are you really Zhenzhen?"

Luo Huanzhen nodded vigorously, and Xiaojiu bobbed along with him, "Second Senior Brother, it really is Zhenzhen! I fell into the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, but now I'm back! You've mistaken me for someone else, that one in the sect is an imposter! She's pretending to be me to fool you!"

Lei Ziyue didn't say anything. He reached out and scooped Luo Huanzhen out of bed, pulling him into his arms.

The little girl was incredibly light, with hardly any flesh on her body, and her bones were digging into his chest and causing pain.

How much suffering did she endure in those ten years?

Luo Huanzhen buried his face in Lei Ziyue's shoulder and said in a muffled voice, "Second Senior Brother, I miss you all so much."

Lei Ziyue's eyes reddened. "How...how have you spent these past ten years?"

Luo Huanzhen proudly declared, "I, this venerable one, slay demons and uphold justice!"

The deadly decade was described as incredibly lightly in her words.

Lei Ziyue felt a pang of sadness as he looked at the scars on her face and body.

Just then, another set of footsteps approached.

A calm and steady male voice rang out, "Second Senior Brother, why did you summon me here so urgently?"

Luo Huanzhen looked up, his eyes lighting up.

The newcomer was tall and slender, dressed in a blue robe, holding a book, and possessed a calm and outstanding demeanor.

Who else could it be but the Fifth Senior Brother, Wen Heng?

Luo Zhen called out crisply, "Fifth Senior Brother!"

Wen Heng looked at her, his expression unchanged, and asked, "What's going on?" He was speaking to Lei Ziyue.

Lei Ziyue stood up and walked to his side, suppressing his excitement, and said, "Fifth Junior Brother, this is Zhenzhen, look at her carefully..."

Wen Heng remained silent for a long time before turning around.

"Second Senior Brother, come out and talk to me."

His expression was so cold that Lei Ziyue was completely baffled and could only scratch his head as he followed him out.

Luo Huanzhen sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs, watching the two people's backs, his head full of questions.

outside the house.

Wen Heng stopped, his eyes perfectly calm. "This matter needs to be discussed again after Master and all the senior brothers return to the sect. You cannot make a hasty conclusion."

Lei Ziyue grew increasingly agitated: "How can you jump to conclusions? I raised Zhenzhen myself; I can tell the truth from the falsehood at a glance!"

"And the other one?"

Lei Ziyue was stunned.

"Should we kick her out?"

"How could you!" Lei Ziyue blurted out, "She's frail and sickly, and has a delicate temperament, how can we send her away—"