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Once, Zi Wan, who used to eat and sleep well, began to feel restless.
Before falling asleep, she saw Jian Cen; in her dreams, it was Jian Cen; and upon waking, it was still Jian Cen.
When did her life become all about Jian Cen?
Huan Mo Lin's Peach Garden was surrounded by a barrier, akin to a paradise untouched by the pollution of the outside world.
The tragic events from the Ming Book had not occurred, which was the only thing Zi Wan felt grateful for.
"Zi Wan, what are you thinking about?"
At some point, Jian Cen had taken a seat across from her, pushing a plate of fragrant roasted chicken toward her with a gentle smile. "You seem to have lost weight lately; you should eat more..."
Jian Cen's smile was subtle, like the fragrance of jasmine, refreshing and soothing. If he had always smiled at her like this in the past, she might not have viewed him as a nemesis; perhaps she would have even fawned over him like the other Little Disciples.
Zi Wan rested her chin on her hand and lifted her gaze. "Did you make this?"
"Yes, try it and see how it tastes. If you like it, I'll cook for you every day," Jian Cen said nervously as he held her hands tightly. His palms were sweaty, dampening her hands and touching her heart.
Jian Cen looked at her earnestly for a long moment before slowly speaking. "Zi Wan, although I have nothing now, I hope you can wait for me. Wait until I achieve success one day and marry you, giving you a life filled with joy and stability."
Zi Wan knew this was impossible. Because once they left the Peach Garden, Jian Cen would continue his tragic life.
In this life, he was destined never to succeed, doomed to wander aimlessly, without a wife or children.
A gentle breeze carried the fragrance of peach blossoms, as delicate pink petals fluttered down like confetti.
Jian Cen held her hand, kneeling on one knee, his extraordinary face tilted upwards. His thin lips were slightly pressed together, and his eyes sparkled with a hidden intensity.
Now, Zi Wan finally understood that this strange gaze was called deep affection.
Once, the heartbroken maid Xiao Qian had clung to Zi Wan, crying uncontrollably: “My Lady, do you know what it means to have deep feelings? That scoundrel said he would love me for eternity, that I was the only one for him. But now he’s with another fairy… My Lady, what is love really? Is it worth it?”
It turned out that love does not ask whether it is worth it; love seeks no reward. Love is silent, colorless, tasteless, and formless—it can only be felt with the heart. Deep affection is not about the fairy tales of eternal separation; it is about actions rather than words.
Jian Cen had never told Zi Wan that he loved her, but he carefully cared for her, occasionally teasing her when she seemed downcast, often sabotaging her connections with others out of jealousy. Jian Cen always believed that no one else deserved Zi Wan but him.
For some reason, scenes from the past floated in his mind like a play performed by mortals—vivid and clear—as if the moments spent bickering with Jian Cen had just occurred.
He recalled how his tragic life was a result of his own choices, and his heart twisted painfully, an ache he felt but could not fully comprehend; he had grown numb to it.
Zi Wan sniffled and nodded at Jian Cen, who was still half-kneeling on the ground. Tears overflowed from her eyes and dripped onto the peach blossom-strewn earth below, uncontrollable.
She threw herself into Jian Cen's embrace like a child and began to sob loudly, mumbling through her tears: “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I didn’t realize your feelings until now…”
Jian Cen held Zi Wan in his arms, shaking his head helplessly, the smile in his eyes undiminished. "What a little fool... The Nine-Tailed Fox will always be his Nine-Tailed Fox!"
Back in the Nine Heavens, Zi Wan remained sullen, staring blankly at a pond full of koi fish while cradling her rosy cheeks.
The maid, Xiao Qian, draped a cloak over her shoulders and gently urged, "My Lady, it's late. You should rest soon!"
Zi Wan felt her capacity to endure was indeed quite weak. Although she had altered Ming Book, she couldn't bear to witness Jian Cen's future any longer and fled that very night.
Jian Cen's life was not only marked by failure to achieve fame but also by being mistaken for a traitor and exiled to the borders. He fell in love with a foreign woman, only for her to be driven to suicide by her family on their wedding day. Later, he endured national turmoil, becoming a slave and living a life of misery until his tragic end.
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