However, being willing to see someone is ultimately a good thing.

Fearing Fang Geyu’s regret, Dong Yun quickly invited Baili An into the house.

The window was not closed, the wind and snow continued to pour into the room, and the burning embers in the fireplace had dimmed somewhat.

Fang Geyu’s two snow-white, soft little feet were bare on the carpet, occasionally flexing her adorable toes.

With a peculiar and scrutinizing gaze, she looked at Baili An as he entered the room.

"Everyone, leave?"

After sending away all the maids, Baili An had not yet spoken.

The restless little foot originally buried in the thick carpet suddenly flew up, heavily striking Baili An’s chest.

The force was not light; if it were an ordinary person, they might have been severely injured by this kick.

Yet Baili An, having just fused with his own corpse bones, had a physique unlike ordinary people; this kick on him was akin to a tickle.

But facing Fang Geyu’s willful action, he still cooperated by retreating two steps.

His face showed a semblance of a smile, about to speak, when he heard Fang Geyu’s cold and unfamiliar voice.

"You possess quite some skills, managing to persuade my father to let you sneak into my estate?

I hear people call you Young Master Ji? Since when did someone like you appear in the Mortal World?"

Baili An’s expression suddenly froze, he stared intently at Fang Geyu’s icy little face.

Confirming she wasn’t joking in the slightest, in an instant, he seemed to understand something.

His heart gradually sank into a pit of ice.

"Fang Geyu, you wiped away my memories...?" Baili An reached a cruel conclusion.

This damn person!

Acts so decisively and irrationally!

Now it was Fang Geyu’s turn to be stunned, her eyes narrowed slightly, "Oh? So you are Baili An, mentioned in the note I wrote?"

"A note?"

Fang Geyu’s expression showed slight impatience: "A few days ago, I should have sealed and erased all memories of someone, leaving a note for myself the next day, explaining everything.

It now seems you truly are a big trouble, capable of pushing me to such a state."

She stood up, seeming not fully awake, yawning again: "But for me now, the past is erased, and everything about you is blank.

No matter what you wish to get from me, you should already know.

I was born of the sword, my seven emotions and six desires have turned to stone, what you’re plotting is destined to fail, you’d better wake up soon."

"Fang Geyu, for a broken sword, you truly would do anything..."

Baili An’s voice was calm as water, his gaze unwavering, but Fang Geyu, always perceptive, could clearly sense his anger.

And he was indeed quite angry.

But as he continued to be angry, he began to laugh quietly, his round pupils dark and his eyes moist, as if separated by a layer of mist.

He moved a step closer to Fang Geyu.

Being a head taller, he had to slightly bend down to maintain eye contact:

"Yes, you always live with sharp edges, loud and harmful to yourself and others, acting recklessly without considering consequences.

At times, making people grind their teeth in anger. But..."

Suddenly, Baili An raised his hand gently, smoothing the messy hair atop her head, chuckling softly:

"To me, you are very important; you always have a way out with me.

This time is no different.

It’s fine for you to discard the past; we can start anew.

I have endless patience for you."

Originally thinking this guy was laughing out of extreme anger, after all, he had clearly been visibly furious just now.

But in a blink, he managed to calm himself down?

Fang Geyu couldn’t help but wonder what was the structure of this guy’s brain, why did his way of thinking differ so much from others?

And what’s with this stickiness, like a... fox spirit of a man.

The note didn’t mention that the person she voluntarily forgot was of such a stubborn character.