In the pavilion.
Yan Beihan laughed for a while, then furrowed her brows and asked hesitantly, "About this fake death of yours... does she... know?"
Fang Che froze for a moment. "Who?"
Yan Beihan snorted. "Night Dream. Who else?"
"Her? ...She doesn't know. She's still undergoing trials in the secret realm and hasn't come out yet." Fang Che sighed.
"Then when she comes out..."
Yan Beihan could not help feeling a little sympathetic. She imagined Night Dream emerging only to learn that Fang Che was already dead... The blow that would be to a woman was entirely imaginable.
"What are we going to do?" Yan Beihan asked worriedly.
"I don't know either."
Fang Che said it solemnly, then sighed. His sincerity was absolutely genuine.
Fang Che naturally understood that Night Dream knew everything. Even if no one told her anything, she would know he had not died as long as she saw that Night Demon was still alive, let alone with Dongfang Sansan and the others around.
But Fang Che was not sighing over that. He was sighing because he had even less of a chance to, ahem, discuss life and ideals with Night Dream.
He was now basically an old bachelor—and an old bachelor who had tasted the marrow and found himself without a target. Naturally, he was terribly melancholy.
But Yan Beihan's sigh was truly heartfelt. She said wistfully, "She must be devastated, her hopes utterly crushed..."
"There's nothing to be done," Fang Che said.
"How can you be so heartless?" Yan Beihan suddenly grew angry. "After doing this, how can you face Night Dream?"
"..."
Fang Che scratched his scalp, his face full of speechlessness. "I'd like to face her with a clear conscience, but things have already reached this point. What can I do?"
Yan Beihan