When Wu Nian saw him, he couldn’t believe his eyes. The once handsome businessman, the Second Young Master of the Fengs, became a monk. He couldn’t help calling his name, “Feng Qianwu.”

The good-looking monk didn’t answer. He just walked to Wu Nian’s bed and put a pillow under his head, helping him raise it up a bit. Sitting in front of him, he picked up the bowl of medicine, slowly feeding him with a spoon.

Wu Nian looked at him but didn’t refuse it. After all, the monk had obviously saved him, and he was not afraid of Feng Qianwu harming him. If he really wanted to kill Wu Nian, he wouldn’t bring him back in the first place. Wu Nian used to hate the terrible taste of medicine, but now he drank it in one gulp without a trace of disgust. Perhaps the pain in his heart had already exceeded the bitterness of the herbs.

It was not until the bowl was empty that the monk took away the extra pillows under Wu Nian’s head to make him lie down more comfortably. Then he spoke, “Amitabha, my Dharma name is Wu Chen.”

“Feng Qianwu.” Wu Nian still couldn’t hold it back and called out the old name of the monk.

But that name didn’t cause any change on Wu Chen’s face. He just continued to state some facts as if they had nothing to do with him.

“Feng Qianwu, the Second Young Master of the Fengs, has already been killed by you. The past has gone. Wu Chen is the one alive now.”

“Wu Chen?”

“Yeah.”

Looking at the man he had hurt deeply, Wu Nian was amazed how he returned good for evil. Even if he was a monk, Wu Nian admired the way he was free from hatred. At the same time, Wu Nian also felt guilty. His soft voice became hoarse, but his tone was extremely respectful.

“Master Wu Chen, could you tell me how I came here?”

“Amitabha, when I was picking herbs, I walked by a pavilion on the mountain. Since you were still breathing, I saved you and brought you here.”

“What about the man beside me?”

“That mister had been poisoned to death. There was nothing I could do. After I brought you here, I went to bury him. It was better than letting the corpse rot in the wilderness.”

“Thanks.” Wu Nian didn’t know if he was influenced by Wu Chen. Hearing the ending of Lan Li, he had stopped hating him. Knowing that he was buried, Wu Nian felt relieved. Now that he had killed him, everything he once did was left in the past. As he got more and more blood on his hands, his heart became even more filthy. “Thank you, Master Wu Chen.” Pressing his feeble palms together, Wu Nian wanted to express his sincere gratitude to Wu Chen.

“You don’t need to thank me. ‘Better save one life than building a seven-storied pagoda.’ As a monk, it was what I should do. Amitabha,” as Master Wu Chen spoke, he held the empty bowl and prepared to leave the room.

“Master Wu Chen, thank you for saving me and bandaging my wounds. I could do nothing in return but hope that you could reach a higher level as a monk soon.”

Wu Nian was truly grateful, but he couldn’t see Wu Chen’s face. With his back turned to him, Wu Chen still blushed, hearing him talking about bandaging.

He thought that he had hated his guts. And as a monk, he should have been free from his desires and felt nothing towards Wu Nian. But that day, when he saw him dying in the pavilion, Wu Chen panicked. He lifted his cold body up, fearing that Wu Nian would pass away, but there was obviously no clinic in the mountain. Luckily, he found this uninhabited hut.

It should be a place where some hunters owned to have a rest when they stayed in the wild. Wu Chen did not find the owner, but because Wu Nian was badly hurt, he entered the hut uninvited. Fortunately, some herbs he picked that day could be used to treat him.

It was an emergency. Wu Chen could only ignore the etiquette, taking off Wu Nian’s clothes with his eyes closed and bandaging him. At that time, all he thought was saving his life. When Wu Nian had a high fever for two days, Wu Chen had to wipe his body with a wet towel to cool it down. At night, he would also hold his cold body to warm him up. Accompanying Wu Nian all the time, he hadn’t even left for a minute.

In a coma, Wu Nian kept calling the names of Yue and Zhi. At first, he called Yue the most, but slowly the other name appeared more. Listening to that, Wu Chen felt sour, but he cared more about Wu Nian’s safety as a kind man. It wasn’t until Wu Nian’s temperature dropped this morning and his life was no longer in danger that Wu Chen was relieved. Then he went out to bury Lan Li, the man who died beside Wu Nian.

After two days, Lan Li’s body had been eaten by the beasts to the bones. Feeling sorry, Wu Chen buried the skeleton. After washing up, he came back to see Wu Nian again. Yet he didn’t expect him to wake up and call him “Feng Qianwu”.

Wu Chen couldn’t ignore him, even if he told himself over and over that he was the one who destroyed his family. When he saw the poor one on the bed, he still chose to take care of him. But now, listening to him talk about “bandaging”, Wu Chen suddenly felt guilty and had an erection to that scene in his mind. Quickly reciting some verses from the scriptures, he suppressed the feelings he shouldn’t have.

Fortunately, Wu Nian survived. Although he was in a coma for almost three days, he still woke up.

Right now, Wu Chen just wanted to leave the room as soon as possible. He lost the peace in his mind. He didn’t know why Wu Nian could always influence him so easily. Hurriedly opening the door, Wu Chen wanted to go out, but Wu Nian, on the bed behind him, spoke again.

“Master Wu Chen, could you pay a visit to the theatre in town and tell Xuan Zhi to pick me up?” Wu Nian knew that he would go crazy not finding him anywhere, and he missed him too. Secretly, Wu Nian wished that the first person he saw was Xuan Zhi when he woke up. He had become more and more dependent on Xuan Zhi’s companionship.

Wu Chen didn’t speak and just nodded. Xuan Zhi should be the man he kept calling when he was in a coma. But he didn’t know yet he was the man in black who accompanied Wu Nian back then. Even if he knew it, he would still go, for he was such a nice person, especially facing Wu Nian.

Wu Nian looked at Master Wu Chen, who was leaving. The man was once handsome and elegant, yet he ruined him with his own hands. Seeing his visibly thin figure, he felt even more guilty. Wu Nian didn’t dare to apologize to him in person. To the closed door, he said, “I’m sorry.”

Wu Nian had gone missing. Xuan Zhi hadn’t slept much for three days. Losing his usual calmness, he looked more like a maniac than a handsome young master. He got more and more worried, almost lost his mind, and couldn’t even think rationally.

Xuan Zhi had searched everywhere he thought Wu Nian could be. He also went to the mountain, yet didn’t see him in the pavilion. There was only a dagger with bloodstains and Lan Li’s dead body. Xuan Zhi was not as nice as Wu Chen. He didn’t bother burying Lan Li’s body, but he should have considered if there was any clue and why the dagger was stained with blood. In this way, he wouldn’t act like a fool... Luckily, he still went back to the theatre every day, hoping that Wu Nian would come back for him. That was how he met Wu Chen, who had been waiting for him there for a while.

Wu Chen almost didn’t recognize him, the man in black by Wu Nian’s side. But after careful observation, he still realized who he was. No matter how much hatred he held before, Wu Chen was still a good-hearted man and chose to tell him what happened to Wu Nian.

On the other hand, although Xuan Zhi recognized Wu Chen, all he was worried about was Wu Nian. Hearing what happened to him, Xuan Zhi rushed towards the mountain using Qinggong, a kind of Kong Fu that allowed one to cover a long distance within minutes. However, when he walked halfway, he realized that he didn’t know where Wu Nian was. Rushing back, he had to pick up Wu Chen and let him lead the way.

The door of the dilapidated wooden house was pushed open again. Xuan Zhi, who was too busy to take a bath for three days, rushed in and hugged Wu Nian on the bed.

Wu Nian was still recovering from bad injuries. Hugged tightly by Xuan Zhi, he couldn’t help frowning because of the pain and his stinky smell. But seeing how his disappearance had changed him, Wu Nian still gritted his teeth to endure it as sweat appeared on his forehead.

Following Xuan Zhi, Wu Chen quickly said, “Mr. Xuan, he is seriously injured. He’ll die if you keep holding him like that.”

Hearing that, Xuan Zhi immediately let go of Wu Nian and gently put his back on the bed. Pity, sorrow, and remorse... All kinds of emotions showed in his eyes.

Looking at the dirty man, Wu Nian felt he was kind of cute. Tolerating the pain, he said, “I’m fine, Zhi.”

“Don’t scare me like this again.” Xuan Zhi seemed to be choked with sobs.

“I won’t.” Wu Nian wanted to give Xuan Zhi a smile, but his body really hurt. That silly man really didn’t know what he was doing to him. And he smelled terrible. Although he didn’t mind him being so messy, the smell was still pretty awful!

Noticing Wu Nian’s expression, Wu Chen had to step forward again and told Xuan Zhi to take a bath. After all, Wu Nian was not the only one who couldn’t stand the smell. It was true Wu Chen was a monk, but he also had a nose!

Even though Wu Nian’s injuries made him worried, Xuan Zhi was relieved to see him safe, and he was sincerely grateful for Wu Chen. The man was hurt by them, but he still saved Wu Nian. Embarrassed by the smell of himself, Xuan Zhi smirked like a fool in shyness. Fortunately, his face was sloppy enough that no one knew how red it had turned. Rushing out the door, he went to look for a place to wash himself up.

When he returned, Xuan Zhi had become the clean and handsome young master again. He carefully picked up Wu Nian and expressed his gratitude to Wu Chen. The monk didn’t say anything but silently watched the two leaving. In the afterglow of the setting sun, their shadow stretched longer and longer until it disappeared completely. Together, they appeared harmoniously beautiful.

The past was like a dream, and those who woke up saw it no more. Be it fate or feud, everything in the world was just void.

Legend had it that the mysterious Lord Xiaoyao called Lan Li was poisoned to death in a pavilion in the mountains. After being discovered, his body was buried nearby, and a tragic love story was spread out.

It was said that Lord Xiaoyao only fell for good-looking men. Before his death, he was in love with an entertainer named Wu Nian. Wu Nian also loved Lord Xiaoyao, but their relationship was unacceptable. In the end, Wu Nian chose to leave his lover and hid, while Lord Xiaoyao couldn’t accept it and committed suicide. Anyway, nobody knew which part of the story was real.

A handsome man was carrying a woman to their carriage. His clear and gentle eyes were full of affection. In his arms, the innocent-looking woman was dressed in a white dress and wearing a simple pearl hairpin. The seductive look that the woman liked to show was swept away. Now she only appeared weak after injuries.

“Wu Xin, are you okay?”

The woman just shook her head at the man and buried her head deeper into the man’s chest. Together, they seemed to be a lovely couple.

Wu Nian, the heartless entertainer, was long gone in the world, leaving nothing behind.