She then looked toward Liang Zhi Chen, "That nun also said that you... you are either going to die or go mad." Liang Zhi Chen suddenly let out a laugh, "Die or go mad?" He had always thought fortune-tellers were all swindlers from the streets; he never believed in such things, but recalling his own dreams, where he first went mad then died, it seemed to have confirmed the nun’s prophecy. He lowered his head to look at his hands, not knowing when they had started to clasp tightly together. It seemed that in these few days, the distance between them, which was once so vast, had suddenly closed in. His large hand enveloped her smaller one, holding very tightly. He wanted to hold her hands forever, wanted to keep her by his side. There was a selfish desire within him to have her placed somewhere he could always see her, even that would be good enough. He dared not imagine what it would be like if she left, if she was no longer by his side. Facing the various events that might follow one after another, mirroring the trajectory of his dreams, could he withstand them, could he persevere? But if she was there, even just by watching her, as long as he knew she was beside him, he could feel at ease, and she could become his strength. Even if there were mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, he could make it through. The two mindsets were utterly different... Dong Huiying didn’t notice Zhi Chen’s strangeness, as she was pondering another matter. The nun had spoken of The Big Dipper, suggesting that if brought together, it might avert disaster for each other. Had she not left a letter and gone away half a year ago, had she stayed quietly at home, would everything have been different? Furthermore, why was it that, having both drunk the poisoned blood, Zhi Chen was afflicted by the Devouring God Gu, while Yixuan was not? Zhi Chen had such dreams, but Yixuan did not? What exactly was the reason? Unresolved mysteries plagued her mind. The narrow and simple cabin. Shu Yu, with a fairy aura, seemed as if she did not partake of the mortal world. She stood by the window, which had been opened a crack. Looking out through this small opening, one could just happen to see the silhouettes sitting side by side. Unable to hear what the two outside the hut were saying, she saw the elder brother holding that person’s hand, with a carefulness as if she were an invaluable treasure. Shu Yu slowly lowered her eyes. Even the elder brother... had fallen? She stepped barefooted, turned around gently, and looked down at the ground. Yue Ning and Yixuan were spread out on the floor bedding, with Yue Ning sprawling all over, one arm thrown over Yixuan, and one leg resting on Yixuan’s stomach. Both were sleeping soundly. Shu Yu’s head hung in desolation, then she averted her gaze from the two and stepped lightly, climbing onto the kang bed at a leisurely pace. She crawled back into her own quilt, lying on her side facing the wall. Out of the six brothers at home, aside from herself, the others had all been moved emotionally, all infatuated with her. The brothers were an inseparable whole; should she also change her attitude toward her? She did not compete for anything. She only wished that due to her own reasons, she would not cause any resentment between her and the other brothers at home. Life had just settled down to a rare peace. Suddenly, there was an itch and ache in her chest, as if a feather was tickling her throat. She covered herself with the quilt, clamped her mouth shut, and coughed mufflingly, but coughed up a big clump of bloodstains, which also contained something resembling fragments of organs. Fumbling, she grabbed a handkerchief from under the pillow, delicately wiped away the blood on her fingers, then lay back down again, breathlessly and weakly panting, staring blankly at the dim room. This battered body of hers, could it really be cured? She forced a tight smile, then sighed softly and slowly closed her eyes.