In the end, Ryn explained clearly about the dream world he and Hare had created together to let Sirin vent her vengeful fury.
Sirin chuckled, not saying whether she forgave him or wasn't angry anymore, but simply grabbed Ryn's hair and turned him in a different direction.
"Let's go, back to our home! I'm not satisfied with your answer."
"Alright then, I guess this humble little knight can only let Queen Sirin ride and train me as harshly as she pleases," Ryn said happily, carrying Sirin on his back as he ran towards his home.
"Go to hell, go to hell! What on earth is in that pig brain of yours!" Sirin blushed and smacked Ryn's head several times. Why did this idiot have to shout so loudly? It was so embarrassing.
To forgive Ryn or not to forgive Ryn, to let go of her desire for revenge or not, Sirin didn't know… but she knew that if this were like the dream world, and she were to destroy the world…
Ryn might stand by her side…
But the final result would be the same as in the dream world: drifting through the desolate cosmos for countless eons.
So, this was fine for now…
It was impossible to truly let go of the past, but a happy and beautiful future was already laid out before her. Rather than taking everything down with her, it was better to work together to create the future she desired.
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At night, Ryn and Sirin rested in bed, holding each other.
Sirin had been exhausted all day and was about to hand control of the body back to Kiana so she could rest.
But during the handover, Kiana exploded with rage, glaring fiercely at Sirin.
"I seem to recall you saying you were going to give Ryn a beating, right?! Is this how you beat him?!"
Sirin crossed her arms, saying matter-of-factly, "Hmph, it's a beating either way. What's wrong with me using my butt to do it!"
"There's nothing wrong with you! But I'm the one who's sore back there! Damn you, Sirin, I'm gonna kill you!"
"Damn you, Kiana! Every time you can't take it, don't you just run away and let me take over? How is this any different from now!"
"I don't care, eat my fist first!"
Kiana punched the selfish Sirin in the face. She had been worried in her Heart Lake about whether the two would have a falling out, but they ended up taking it all the way to the bed.
Sirin rubbed her face where Kiana had punched it crooked, then kicked back.
"You unreasonable brat, eat my foot too."
Both Sirin and Kiana were holding in their anger, so they simply started wrestling and rolling around on the floor of the Heart Lake.
"They were besties, joined at the hip this morning, and now they're at each other's throats tonight. Tsk tsk, is this what you call best friends?"
Tianqi, who was watching the show while snacking, commented with a chuckle. She loved watching best friends turn on each other and fight.
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Several days had passed since the last mission, and it was only then that Ryn remembered he hadn't reported back to Fu Hua or let her know he was safe.
He rang the doorbell at Fu Hua's house, and the Book of Cangxuan came to open the door.
"Ooh… it's Ryn. Are you here to see Fu Hua?"
"Mhm. Here, Book of Cangxuan, I brought you some delicious pastries."
Ryn took out the pastries from his gift, but just as he was about to hand them to the Book of Cangxuan, he found his hands empty. The pastries had already appeared in the Book of Cangxuan's mouth.
"Please wait a moment, Ryn." The Book of Cangxuan finished the pastries in a couple of bites, then ran into the room and shouted.
"Blockhead! Ryn's here to see you! Come on out!"
"Alright, I know."
After getting Fu Hua's reply, the Book of Cangxuan ran back out, looking at Ryn with a somewhat unsatisfied expression.
"Come on in and sit down. Fu Hua hasn't been feeling well lately, so she's been resting a bit early."
"Okay, sure." Ryn took out another portion of pastries, which he had duplicated and recreated with his Authority of Creation while the Book of Cangxuan was inside. "You seemed to like them, so I bought a few extra for you."
"Yay, Lord Ryn is the best!" The Book of Cangxuan cheered as she took the pastries and happily led Ryn into the room.
The Book of Cangxuan sat on the sofa, happily eating the pastries, her short legs swinging happily.
Ryn, meanwhile, was observing the layout of Fu Hua's home. Simple, simple, and still simple. Other than the necessary living equipment and school-issued facilities, there was basically nothing new or any decorations to cultivate sentiment in Fu Hua's home.
After sitting for a few minutes, Fu Hua finally came out of her room. However, just like when she was usually at home, she was still wearing that large white shirt, revealing her beautiful, firm, and well-toned long legs.
Aside from being a bit flat and dressing in a more androgynous style, everything else about Fu Hua was like an immortal fairy from a painting—assuming she didn't open her mouth.
"Book of Cangxuan, don't eat so many sweets before bed, it's not good for you. It can lead to obesity, blood sugar fluctuations, cavities, osteoporosis, affect growth hormone secretion, cause vitamin B1 deficiency… and other harms."
The Book of Cangxuan stuffed all the pastries into her mouth at once, then covered her ears to block out Fu Hua's monotonous nagging.
"I know, I know, you blockhead, old antique, nag! Stop it!"
"Hehe… I'm just doing this for your own good." Fu Hua chuckled helplessly, picking up the Book of Cangxuan and placing her in her lap, then sat in the Book of Cangxuan's spot to look at Ryn.
"Sorry for the scene. Kids these days just don't listen when they grow up."
"…"
Ryn stroked his chin, looking at Fu Hua with some confusion.
"Fu Hua, are your memories messed up? I remember you're not usually like this. You and Kiana are the two biggest free spirits, so how did you become a middle-aged mom?"
Fu Hua rubbed the spot between her eyebrows. "Hmm… now that you mention it, my mind has been a bit chaotic lately…"
"Your injuries are much more serious than you think, Fu Hua."
"Thank you for your concern, but it's not fatal…"
"It's already affecting your personality. You can't say it's not fatal."
Ryn placed his hand on Fu Hua's, sensing her physical condition.
Fu Hua looked at Ryn's hand on hers with some surprise, then helped him adjust his grip so that he was pressing on her cun-kou pulse point.
"Your pulse-taking technique isn't quite there yet. You should press here to feel the pulse."
"I'm holding the back of your hand, how did you interpret that as taking your pulse…" Ryn looked up at Fu Hua, his eyes clearly saying, *are you an idiot?* But then he reached out and felt Fu Hua's forehead. As expected, her temperature was shockingly high.
"You're still running a fever?"
Fu Hua: "Mmm… it's normal. It doesn't affect my daily life."