His body felt unprecedentedly light, and everything before his eyes was perfectly clear, down to the smallest detail. His five senses felt as if they had broken free from some hazy shackles, becoming exceptionally clear and sensitive.

Yu Zhen lifted the blanket, avoided Yin Yan's gaze, and reached out to push the car door open.

His hands were clearly warm, but it was as if he had no sensation when he pushed the car door. He stepped out, his gaze sweeping inch by inch over the familiar yet strange bricks and tiles on the ground. He walked forward, faster and faster, almost breaking into a jog as he rushed to where the room should have been, and knelt on the ground to start clearing the ruins.

"Over there."

Yin Yan approached, bent down and grabbed his hand, leading him to turn his head.

Next to the car, several old wooden boxes were stacked. They were covered in dust, and a Peach Wood Sword was placed on top.

Yu Zhen stared blankly at the boxes. After a long while, he slumped to the ground, his lips trembling as if about to let out a sob, but he forcefully suppressed it. He looked down at the familiar floor of the Taoist Temple beneath his knees, the hand held by Yin Yan clenched into a tight fist. His shoulders trembled slightly, but he didn't cry, nor did he speak.

"Your grandfather foresaw your sliver of a chance at survival, so he stubbornly preserved every brick and tile of this Taoist Temple, did his best to please the Mountain God, and used the temple and his entire life's cultivation to beg for your current safety."

"Yu Zhen, don't let down his expectations."

"If you do good, saving you will be a great merit for him; if you are mediocre, his lifetime of cultivation will be wasted; if you do evil, he will never enter reincarnation after his death."

"B City is where the Dragon Vein of this land lies. Let's go, it's time to leave. Your path is there."

The cool voice sounded above his head, yet it also seemed to echo in his heart.

Yu Zhen's clenched fist relaxed. He slowly looked up, his eyes red-rimmed as he gazed at Yin Yan's perpetually calm face, and said in a hoarse voice, "I want to go see the back mountain again, and the village..."

Yin Yan bent down and helped him up. He raised a hand, placed it on his head, and patted it gently: "I'll go with you."

The Taoist Temple had collapsed completely, not even the basic frame of the building remained. Yu Zhen tried to find some useful old items from within, but found nothing. All the useful things had already been cleared out by Yin Yan; the useless things had completely decayed and were buried under the rubble.

Crossing the ruins, Yu Zhen followed the small path up the mountain and stopped under the peach tree that had once bloomed so splendidly in the winter.

"Thank you. I'll come back to see you."

The peach branches swayed gently, as if blown by the wind, or perhaps it was just an illusion.

Yu Zhen touched the tree trunk, looked up at the branches where he could no longer find the broken one, and forced a smile. He said goodbye in his heart, then turned and walked towards Yin Yan, who was waiting not far away, without looking back.

After coming down the mountain, the two moved the old boxes into the car. They took a detour to the village cemetery to pay respects to Grandpa Yu. Afterward, after getting Yin Yan's consent, Yu Zhen took the check given by Chou Feiqian, found the village director, Old Huang, and gave the check to him.

"This is for you. Please use it to repair the road into the village. Also, the Taoist Temple has collapsed. If there's any money left after repairing the road, please trouble yourself to hire someone to clear the temple ruins, so that no curious children go there to play and accidentally fall. Here are some flower seeds I've saved. They are all easy-to-grow flowers. Once the ruins are cleared, please sprinkle them there. It would fulfill my wish of planting a flower field for my grandpa."

"Yu Zhen, you—"

"I have to go, my friend is waiting for me. Thank you for your care over the years."

Yu Zhen interrupted him, stuffed the check into his hand, gave him a pained smile, then took a step back and bowed to him. He said seriously, "I'm counting on you."

The black car drove away. Old Huang stood at his doorway, looked down at the check in his hand, then gazed into the distance in the direction of the Taoist Temple. A thousand words came to mind, but in the end, they all converged into a long sigh.

They say good people are rewarded... To have this happen during the New Year, sigh.

They drove in silence. Not until the car had completely left the boundaries of Dawu City did Yu Zhen finally pull his gaze away from the window. He turned his head and said, "I'll pay you back the money from the check as soon as possible."

Yin Yan didn't speak, not even turning his head to glance at him. He drove with great concentration.

So Yu Zhen said no more. He turned his head to look out the window again and discovered that his vision had truly improved. He could actually clearly see a sapphire blue sports car parked several hundred meters away on the left side of the intersection, and the man and woman inside who were arguing fiercely.

Another illegally parked car.

He withdrew his gaze, thinking absently, 'Is sapphire blue the hot color this year? I feel like I've been seeing it a lot recently.'

The hospital Chou Feiqian had booked for the check-up was the same one Yin Yan had stayed at after his car accident, and also the one Yu Zhen had gone to for his own examination.

As the best Grade A Tertiary hospital in H Province, and with Chou Feiqian throwing a lot of money around, the family's check-up went very smoothly, and the results came back quickly. However, because Yin Yan had just been in a car accident, his examination had a few more items than the others, which took up a little more time.

"Psychiatry?" Yu Zhen was puzzled, turning his head to look at Yin Yan beside him. "Did the car accident injure your cranial nerves?"

No, this body's injuries were to the five viscera and had nothing to do with the head at all.

Yin Yan shook his head, glanced back at the Yin Family members who were pretending that nothing was wrong, and strode into the doctor's office.

The psychiatrist Chou Feiqian had booked was a specialist. The examination and questions were very thorough. Yin Yan cooperated fully and appropriately revealed that his memories were somewhat fragmented and blurry.

"There's no major problem. The blurry and fragmented memories should be a stress response after the trauma. Don't try to recall them deliberately. Just relax your mind and spirit, don't be too tense."

The doctor spoke reassuringly, stating that there was nothing seriously wrong with Yin Yan.

Chou Feiqian's anxious heart could finally rest. She had a guess about her son suddenly giving up his obsession with Han Ya—he had probably forgotten.

It seemed this car accident did have its benefits. At least it made her son forget his feelings for Han Ya. It was a blessing in disguise!

"Let's go! We'll have a good meal tonight, to celebrate Xiao Yan's recovery!"

In high spirits, Chou Feiqian waved her hand magnanimously and spiritedly instructed Weng Xiping to book a restaurant.

Yu Zhen, walking a step behind at Yin Yan's side, reached out and tugged his sleeve. He lowered his voice and said, "What's this about fragmented memories? Do you have the original owner's memories?"

"A portion," Yin Yan replied, taking his hand. He pulled him a little closer to his side and admonished, "Watch where you're going."

Yu Zhen glanced back at the passerby he had almost bumped into, then looked up and gave Yin Yan an embarrassed smile. Just as he was about to thank him, Yin Yan suddenly let go of his hand, took a large step to the side, and maintained a polite distance from him.

...

Yu Zhen swallowed the 'thank you' he was about to say. He looked at his own hand, then at the distance between himself and Yin Yan, and rubbed at the dirt on his sleeve from clearing the ruins. He silently shuffled a little further away.

He knew he was dirty and a bit of a mess right now; after all, he had been kneeling in the ruins just this morning. But did Yin Yan have to be so obvious with his disdain? If all his clothes hadn't been buried under the rubble, he would have cleaned himself up long ago.

A subtle wave of gloom transmitted from the other person. Yin Yan stopped, glancing at Yu Zhen, who was sullenly rubbing the dirt on his sleeve with his head down. He recalled the shy smile Yu Zhen had given him when he looked up just now. He raised a hand to press against his chest, then turned, moved closer, and took his hand, walking towards Chou Feiqian and the others who were waiting by the car.

Yu Zhen was caught off guard. Yin Yan's strides were large, and he was pulled along, stumbling for two steps before matching his pace. He asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

"Taking you somewhere."

Yin Yan replied without turning his head. Upon reaching the car, he first pulled open the door and pushed him inside. Then he looked at his family standing by the other car and said, "I'm taking Yu Zhen out for a bit. We'll be back at the hotel before dinner."

After speaking, he walked around the front of the car and got into the driver's seat. Ignoring Yu Zhen's confused questions, he started the engine and drove straight towards the mall in his memory.

The Yin Family, who got a face full of exhaust fumes: "..."

"They're newlyweds, it's understandable, completely understandable." Chou Feiqian came back to her senses. She meaninglessly adjusted the position of her shoulder bag, looked at her husband, son, and the housekeeper beside her, and asked, "So, uh, should we find a place to go to as well?"

Half an hour later, Yu Zhen stood at the elevator entrance in the underground parking lot of a luxury mall in H Province, his expression blank. "Why did you bring me here?"

"To buy things," Yin Yan replied. Seeing him not moving, he directly wrapped an arm around his shoulders. After the elevator doors opened, he pushed him inside, looked at the floor directory, and pressed the button for the top floor first.

Yu Zhen was even more bewildered.

Buy things? Buy what? Also, do you even have your own money? Are you going to spend the Yin Family's money?

With a head full of questions and confusion, Yu Zhen was led by Yin Yan into a custom jewelry store on the top floor. After entering, Yin Yan familiarly found the person in charge. After a brief conversation, he took out the original owner's rarely used phone and made a call. Then, as if by magic, he took a small, carved wooden box from his pocket and handed it to the store manager.

The manager carefully carried the wooden box into an inner room, while Yin Yan and Yu Zhen were led to a lounge by other staff members to wait and drink tea.

Yu Zhen was struck speechless by the typical upper-class young master demeanor Yin Yan had just displayed. Only after the staff member left did he lower his voice to ask, "Who did you just call? And what's in that box, where did it come from, and what are you planning to do?"

"I called the owner of this store. I asked him to cash in the item in the box. Don't worry, the item is my own. I just used the Yin Family's connections a little."

Yin Yan replied, once again wearing that calm, "immortal" expression.

So he was selling something for cash.

Yu Zhen was relieved. He nodded to show he understood. Just as he was about to drink some tea to calm his nerves, he thought of something and whipped his head back to look at Yin Yan. He sat up and asked, "Wait, your own item? Your body belongs to someone else, so where would you get something of your own?"

Yin Yan looked at him. Instead of answering directly, he extended his hand, the one wearing a ring, in front of him. His long, slender fingers twisted gently, and a jade-green, faintly glowing pill suddenly appeared out of thin air in his palm, emitting a tempting, fresh fragrance.

Yu Zhen's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open, speechless.

What is this, magic?