The boy’s voice was like a hook, catching Ji Qiutang’s heart straight on, causing it to start pounding inexplicably. In the clear pupils reflecting the youth, she smiled proudly, smugly. Her usual cold indifference now had a childlike pride added to it, and the teasing and cunning in her brow and eyes were visible, even under the half-gold mask.

"Did you dream about me..."

The words lingered in Ji Qiutang’s mind, his clear eyes slightly narrowed, the gentle and elegant smile on his face unchanged. Following Bi Xia’s words, Ji Qiutang said, "Yes, how did you know? These days I’ve been dreaming about you every night, it’s driving me crazy."

Bi Xia raised an eyebrow slightly, clicking his tongue lightly, "Please don’t. You should go dream about someone else. I wouldn’t dare let you dream about me, otherwise, I’d have a lot to worry about."

"Oh?" Ji Qiutang turned his body, "It seems like you know about my dreams?"

"Yes, I know," Bi Xia nodded, using spiritual power to inspect the wall as he spoke, "Fourth Brother told me. He also told me about the things from your past. If you ask me, men shouldn’t keep things bottled up. Little Eight doesn’t know anything, you should just tell him. What’s the point in hiding? Eventually, he’ll find out the truth, and then this gap between you all these years becomes a joke, and all that time is wasted."

"I didn’t expect A Zhan to care about you so much, to even tell you this. It seems like he also told you about Third Brother and Jun Men, right?"

"He did," Bi Xia looked at Ji Qiutang, "What’s there that can’t be said? It’s not Fourth Brother’s fault, so why can’t it be mentioned?"

"I didn’t say it couldn’t be mentioned. On the contrary, we all hope he can speak out entirely. You know he’s the kind of person who keeps everything to himself, and over time it becomes a mental burden."

"What about you?" The boy suddenly spoke, Ji Qiutang turned his gaze to see those calm starlit eyes deeply looking at him, the voice coldly indifferent, "Aren’t you also someone who keeps everything inside?"

"In the end, you’re the same kind of person, so don’t mock each other."

The boy shrugged, nonchalantly turning his back to Ji Qiutang, "You all have issues, go get them treated."

Faced with Bi Xia’s words, Ji Qiutang neither refuted nor admitted, but suddenly said, "Aren’t you going to ask me what I dreamt about you?"

"Is it relevant to me?" Bi Xia straightened up, suddenly paused, and shrugged innocently, "It seems it really is related to me..."

Clicking his tongue lightly, Bi Xia put one hand in his pocket, holding a child in the other, "But I’m really not that interested."

"Why?"

Bi Xia laughed lightly, "No reason. Since it’s a dream, then it can be changed. If it changes, then I’ve survived. If it can’t be changed, then it’s just that my skills weren’t up to par, my strength insufficient. I’ve already changed a lot in my long life, and I’m quite satisfied..."

But... if I really died, Fourth Brother would probably go crazy, thinking about it like that... tch, I really can’t bear it...

"If you want to change it, shouldn’t you listen to what I dreamt first and then prepare in advance to change it?"

"Maybe..." Bi Xia tilted his head, casually asking, "So can I ask what the Second Young Master dreamt about me?"

"You..." Ji Qiutang opened his mouth, swallowing back the words in his throat. Thinking of the scenes in his dreams, he, who had always faced anyone and anything with a light breeze and gentle clouds, who could always talk about the bloody contents of his dreams with a calm face, found himself unable to say a single word when facing this smiling, starry-eyed, calm boy.

He wasn’t sure if it was because the scenes were too complicated, or because he wasn’t certain about the meaning of the dreams. But Ji Qiutang found he didn’t want to tell Bi Xia about those dreams at all. Like she said, if it hasn’t happened, why add unnecessary worries to her?

Moreover...

Ji Qiutang laughed at himself, sighing lightly, "Forget it, I won’t say it. I’ll wait until I figure out everything in the dreams before speaking. And besides..." His clear eyes held a helpless smile, "Even if I did say it, you wouldn’t listen, right?"

"Smart," Bi Xia raised an eyebrow, "I, Bi Xia, have always been someone who... does not believe in fate!"

"So, even if you have those dreams, what does it matter? To me, they won’t come true, they’re meaningless," Bi Xia shrugged, teasingly looking at Ji Qiutang, "So, don’t have so many dreams for no reason. It’s bad for your health and affects your sleep."

Ji Qiutang: "..." Damn! You think I’d choose to have them if I had a say!

Bi Xia lifted his lips, about to speak, but suddenly paused, a faint smile flashing across his eyebrows, looking to the side, "Brother, move aside, someone’s coming."