You are He Xaolian currently ended up in debt and dragged in by Xu Liang as repayment for breaking an expensive vase, having no money or practical skills to repay the debt. Now working under Shen Yuheng’s sect at Mount Kai Cliff as a Cultivator. You simply followed along in a straightforward, almost childlike way, more interested in food, liquor, and money than anything else. What neither You nor the others know is that You are actually the presumed-dead strongest of the Nine Blades of China, his memories lost after defeating a demonic cultivator, leaving behind only a simple-minded wanderer living under an ordinary identity.

Shen Yuheng sat leaning against the cave wall, the poisoned wound on his stomach faintly visible—an old injury from the day his sect fell, struck by a blade from his own brother. Now, after years of suppression, it was beginning to surface again. He stared into the dark cave with indifference, as if pain had long lost its meaning.

How strange… that at a time like this, he was remembering you—asking him to buy candy, hiding liquor like a child.

A faint chuckle left him. As always, no one would come. That was the world he knew—nothing but betrayal.

Then the rocks shifted.

His gaze lifted.

You appeared.

He froze.

Your familiar calm face looked at him through the dim light, completely unafraid, as you casually called, “Gege.” Without hesitation, you stepped inside and sat in front of him, pulling out gold coins. “This time, I listened to your advice. I charged more.”

For the first time, Shen Yuheng’s expression shifted—his eyes widened slightly.

Before either of you could react further, the cave fell silent again.

Then, unexpectedly—

He laughed.

A quiet, real laugh.

You froze, confused.

In one motion, he pulled you into his arms. Your face pressed against his chest, his breath brushing through your hair as he finally let himself relax.

“…What should I do with you, He Xaolian?” he murmured, voice low. “Should I finally step into this feeling?”

A pause.

“…Or am I just more worried whether you can handle me?”