Waaah, I'm being forced into loving my yandere wife's brain.

Lin Zhiyao stood in the center of the village, staring blankly at everything, her eyes beginning to redden.

"How could this be...?"

She murmured, her voice as soft as a spider's web that might be torn apart in the wind at any moment, "How could this happen..."

More than half a month.

She only stayed in Cangwu Mountain for a little over half a month.

How did the world become like this?

Shen Jin stood behind her, dressed in white, with his hands behind his back. His fox-like eyes swept over the desolate village indifferently, his expression unchanged, as if all of this was within his expectations.

"A day in heaven is a year on earth."

His voice was calm, as calm as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

"You stayed in Cangwu Mountain for more than half a month, while more than 20 years have passed in the human world."

Lin Zhiyao turned her head abruptly, her almond-shaped eyes widening suddenly. "More than twenty years?"

Shen Jin looked at her without saying a word.

Lin Zhiyao's mind went blank, as if she had been struck by lightning. She swayed and almost lost her balance.

More than twenty years.

Plague, famine, bandit attacks—more than twenty years is enough time for weeds to devour everything.

Enough for the living to move away, for the dead to rot, and for all traces of what once existed to disappear completely.

Lin Zhiyao squatted down, hugged her knees, buried her face in her arms, and her shoulders trembled.

She didn't cry out loud, but her tears had already soaked a large area of ​​her sleeve.

She and her sister had completely lost their way out in this world.

The only thing left is Cangwu Mountain, and Shen Jin.

The man who could kick them out at any moment.

Lin Zhiyao squatted there and cried for a long time, until her tears ran dry and her legs went numb.

Shen Jin neither urged her nor comforted her.

He stood right behind her, like a stone statue, silently guarding her.

When Lin Zhiyao finally stood up, her eyes were red and swollen, her nose was bright red, and she looked as if all her energy had been drained, swaying precariously.

Shen Jin reached out, put his arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

"Let's go back."

Lin Zhiyao did not struggle, did not refuse, and did not even react.

She simply leaned against Shen Jin's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and closed her eyes.

Tears streamed down her cheeks again.

This time, Shen Jin wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and then used a magic spell to heal her swollen and red eyes so that they wouldn't keep hurting.

Before leaving on his sword.

Shen Jin glanced back at the deserted village, his gaze meaningful.

It's just a little illusion, enough to make Lin Zhiyao stay obediently on Cangwu Mountain from now on. Why not?

*

Lin Zhiyao was unaware that it was Shen Jin's illusion.

She didn't remember how she got back to Cangwu Mountain, only that when Shen Jin flew her back, she kept thinking about her sister.

Her younger sister was still waiting for her on the mountain.

The younger sister was still happily practicing walking, still dreaming of flying around in the future, and still naively thinking that this was their new home. But Lin Zhiyao knew better than anyone that this was not the case.

They don't belong here, but they can't go back to the village either, so where do they belong?

Lin Zhiyao couldn't figure it out.

By the time we returned to Cangwu Mountain, it was almost dark.

Lin Zhiyao followed Shen Jin into the palace in a daze, her mind still a mess, unable to understand anything.

Just as she was about to say that she wanted to see her sister, she saw a maid rush over and kneel down in front of Shen Jin, her face ashen.

"My Lord, something has happened."

Shen Jin paused, his fox-like eyes lowered slightly: "Speak."

The maid's voice trembled: "Miss Lin's younger sister... Lin Zhiwan, she... she jumped off a cliff."

Lin Zhiyao felt a buzzing sound in her head, and she couldn't hear anything anymore.

Jump off a cliff?

younger sister?

She stared blankly at the maid, her mouth opening and closing but no sound coming out.

"We don't know what happened either," the maid said, kneeling on the ground, not daring to lift her head. "This morning, Miss Lin said she wanted to go outside and see the scenery, so we helped her to the viewing platform. She then asked us to pick flowers, but who knew, who knew that she would take advantage of our absence and jump off the viewing platform..."

Lin Zhiyao didn't hear a single word the maid said afterward.

She felt dizzy, as if the ground beneath her feet had cracked open, and she was falling downwards.

My sister jumped off a cliff?

impossible.

My little sister is so good, so obedient, and cherishes her legs that she finally has to walk. How could she jump off a cliff?

My sister is so young, only thirteen or fourteen years old. She has so much of her life to live, how could she be so depressed?

There must be something wrong with this.

And even if it's true, according to the maid, it was daytime when my sister jumped, but now it's almost dark. Unless a god is alive, my sister is definitely beyond saving.

Lin Zhiyao was so shocked that her vision went black, her legs went weak, and she slid to the ground.

Shen Jin reacted quickly, catching her and pulling her into his arms.

"Yao Yao".

Lin Zhiyao did not react.

She was trembling all over, her lips were pale, and her almond-shaped eyes were empty of tears, only filled with a blank and bewildered look.

"Yao Yao." Shen Jin called out again, his voice a little louder than before.

Lin Zhiyao finally reacted.

She slowly raised her head, looking at Shen Jin, her lips trembling, "She wouldn't... Zhiwan wouldn't... She told me yesterday that once her leg healed, she wanted to go pick spirit flowers with me... She wouldn't..."

By the end, his voice was completely broken.

Lin Zhiyao couldn't believe it, and she couldn't accept it.

Shen Jin didn't say anything, but simply held her even tighter.

Lin Zhiyao suddenly remembered something.

A deity can save you.

Isn't there a deity right in front of her now?

"Lord Immortal Lord!"

Lin Zhiyao grabbed Shen Jinqian's luxurious fabric, her voice choked with sobs, her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears, "Please, save Zhiwan! Please!"

Shen Jin neither moved nor spoke.

"Please..." Lin Zhiyao's tears streamed down her face uncontrollably. "She's my only family. If she dies, I don't want to live anymore..."

Shen Jin finally spoke, "Why should I agree to your request?"

Lin Zhiyao was stunned.

Shen Jin looked down at her, his fox-like eyes devoid of any emotion. "You are someone who has received countless favors from me, yet always thinks of betraying me and escaping from Cangwu Mountain."

Lin Zhiyao opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but swallowed the words back.

What could she say?

He said he didn't want to escape?

But she really wanted to go down the mountain, she really wanted to go back.

"You eat my food, use my things, and live in my house."

Shen Jin's voice wasn't loud, and his arms were still tightly wrapped around her, clearly as intimate as lovers. He even wiped away her tears again, but every word he spoke was like a knife, ruthless and cold, stabbing into Lin Zhiyao's heart.

"I'll have someone heal your sister's legs, and I'll have someone pave the way for your sister's spiritual practice."

He paused, his eyes turning slightly cold.

"Have I done anything wrong to you? And what happened? You're still thinking of running away."

Lin Zhiyao was trembling all over and couldn't speak.

"Do you think I would help someone a traitor cares about?" Shen Jin retorted. "And then what? Let her run away with her sister again?"

"I won't do it again! I'm sorry..."

Lin Zhiyao shook her head desperately, her tears splashing onto his chest and collar, leaving an ink stain.

"I shouldn't have done that. I won't run away again, I swear! Please save Zhiwan, please save her, I'll never run away again..."