Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 123

Hearing those words, Yun Yongzhou froze, eyes widening a little. His reaction made Wei Huan very satisfied. He straightened his palm and patted Yun Yongzhou on the shoulder. “What are you looking at me like that for? Back when I was still clueless, you didn’t exactly hold back on teasing me.”

Yun Yongzhou was well aware, but his mouth refused to admit it. He put on a serious face. “When did I ever tease you?”

“Still not owning up?” Wei Huan stepped back, turned around, and stretched lazily. “Back then, you relied on the fact that I was hiding my identity and developing in secret. As a weak little human, I didn’t dare offend anyone—except you, who kept teasing and flirting with me. You think I don’t remember?”

He didn’t say how Yun Yongzhou would pull him into bed for a “chat” under the covers that left his face red and heart pounding.

“You could’ve resisted,” Yun Yongzhou said. Thinking of those times, the corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously.

“I didn’t want to.” Wei Huan clasped his hands behind his back and walked with a light spring in his step.

He could admit it now—he really enjoyed it.

Wei Huan liked the jittery, clueless excitement of those early feelings. That chaotic mess of emotion tugged him right back to his teenage years, allowing him to relive it all again even after losing his memories—with the same feelings, the same person. Only now, Yun Yongzhou was more mature. And he liked the candor and heat of their current relationship even more. To claim him openly, to pour out all the love he’d held in for years and show it plainly.

Telling him at every turn: See? I love you this—much.

“Why’d you come pick me up?” Yun Yongzhou stood behind him, watching Wei Huan’s retreating back. It was a familiar feeling. In the past, when they were in the same squad, Wei Huan was always the one walking ahead—always charging forward. Yun Yongzhou had always followed in silence, stepping into his flowing shadow.

Wei Huan didn’t answer but stopped walking, rummaged around on himself until he pulled out the Xiaoyao Box, then took out a massive black backpack. Glancing around, his eyes landed on a nearby restroom. He grabbed Yun Yongzhou’s hand and dragged him inside—into a stall—and slammed the door shut.

Yun Yongzhou looked puzzled as Wei Huan pulled out two sets of clothes from the backpack.

“Hold these.” Wei Huan shoved them into Yun Yongzhou’s arms. He unfolded them: one wine-red sweatshirt and one dark blue, both the same long-sleeved style. Wei Huan hung the bag on the stall hook, took back the red one. “That’s mine,” he said, pointing to the blue one, “That’s yours.” And with that, he started stripping off his uniform jacket.

Yun Yongzhou just stood there, clothes in hand, unmoving. Wei Huan paused too. “Come on, take it off, older brother.”

“What are we doing?”

Wei Huan let out a long sigh, stuffed his uniform jacket into the bag, pulled on the red sweatshirt, and reached to undo Yun Yongzhou’s uniform buttons—stealing kisses between each one like a little bird pecking at rice. His eyes looked up at this guy—whether clueless or just playing dumb—while muttering, “We’re going on a date.”

As he peeled off Yun Yongzhou’s jacket, he realized he hadn’t worn anything underneath. His well-defined muscles were on full display. For some reason, though Wei Huan could talk dirty all day, now he actually felt a bit shy. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he glanced away. While helping Yun Yongzhou put his arms into the sleeves, he mumbled, “You’re not wearing anything under that—aren’t you cold?”

The sleeves were on; all that was left was to pull the shirt over his head. But just then, Yun Yongzhou leaned down and kissed him.

“Mm!”

As luck would have it, at the exact moment of the ambush kiss, voices sounded from outside the stall.

“You got another combat class tonight?”

“Nope, finally done. What’s up?”

“Let’s go hang out at Yunsheng Jiehae Pavilion.”

Hearing the students chat outside, Wei Huan’s eyes widened as he stared at Yun Yongzhou, who raised his eyes—those always-cold eyes carrying a flicker of aggression. His kiss surged in, greedy and pressing. Wei Huan clutched his wrist tightly, feeling the bones through the soft cotton fabric, as the students’ voices hammered at his nerves.

“I’m so jealous of the students who were in Instructor Wei’s class a few months ago.”

Just one wall apart, and somehow the hot topic turned out to be Wei Huan himself.

“Yeah, the kid who lives downstairs from me was in his class. His mom won’t stop bragging, like it was her kid who saved Kunlun Void.”

“So jealous…”

Yun Yongzhou loosened the kiss slightly so Wei Huan could breathe. Wei Huan’s arms were still stuck in the sweatshirt sleeves, so Yun Yongzhou took the opportunity to slide it over his head and pull the shirt down from behind, locking Wei Huan in his arms. Looking down at him, he mouthed the words: Big Hero.

He moved too fast. Wei Huan, who had been distracted listening for footsteps, didn’t react in time. Yun Yongzhou’s arms tightened, forcing him close to that bare torso. He looked up, slightly dazed.

His face was already youthful; now in matching clothes, he looked even more like a kid.

“Hey…” Wei Huan’s voice dropped threateningly.

Outside, someone washed their hands—finally, the students seemed to be leaving. Yun Yongzhou pressed his palm to Wei Huan’s lower back. Their proximity radiated heat, making Wei Huan burn all over. Once he heard footsteps fading, he said with relief, “Put your shirt on, older brother.”

“Wait.” Yun Yongzhou lowered his head, tilted his face slightly, his nose brushing against Wei Huan’s. Their lips were barely apart.

“Kid,” his voice was still cold, but now slightly hoarse, with a gritty undertone. Less icy, more like a volcano beneath snow. A tone that no one dared disobey. “Stick your tongue out.”

Just hearing that slightly breathy tone made Wei Huan lose it.

“I’m not just some kid,” he growled, wrapping his arms around Yun Yongzhou’s back and kissing him hard—seizing full control.

He’d originally planned to quickly change into matching outfits and start the date—but even step one was already off track. Still, he wasn’t the type to stick to rules.

Screw the plan. Chaos is more fun.

By the time they finished and stepped out, night had fully fallen. Wei Huan hurriedly activated the barrier circle. “This is all your fault.”

Yun Yongzhou looked particularly pleased with his flustered state, calmly putting on his hat. “I wasn’t the only one involved.” He smiled faintly. “You were pretty obedient just now. And now you’re turning on me?”

Wei Huan glared at him. “You win.” He grabbed Yun’s hand and stepped into the circle. Once they passed through, the barrier vanished. They emerged in a bushy area, and as they stepped out, the surroundings transformed—bustling, lively, and lit up like neon. It was clearly an amusement park.

But Yun Yongzhou found it odd: everyone around them was human.

“Where is this?”

“Date paradise!” Wei Huan pulled out two black masks, put one on himself, then turned and fitted the other on Yun Yongzhou. “Qing He told me about it. He said this park is super fun at night.”

“Really?” Yun Yongzhou glanced skeptically at the high-flying rides in the distance.

Wei Huan kissed him through the mask, eyes crinkling, interlocking their fingers. “Back in school, I always wanted a super normal date. No orders, no missions—just playing like a normal person with someone I like.” He blinked. “Cheesy, huh?”

Yun Yongzhou touched the back of his neck. He didn’t speak, but his eyes smiled. No matter how many times Wei Huan said he liked him, it always made his heart skip.

“So tonight’s mission is to have fun. I’ll lead. Rule number one—no using spiritual energy.”

Yun Yongzhou raised an eyebrow. “At all times?”

“Yup. No exceptions.” Wei Huan was firm. “Follow my plan. Whoever cheats gets punished.” He dragged Yun Yongzhou into the crowd, planning their first activity.

“That restroom thing—was that part of the plan?”

“Shut up.”

They hid among the crowd. Most of the tourists here were couples just like them—holding hands and leaning into each other affectionately. Here, Yun Yongzhou didn’t have to restrain himself, letting Wei Huan drag him around like an excited kid. Wei Huan bought them a pair of silly matching plush animal ear headbands and made Yun Yongzhou wear one, laughing and snapping photos. “You look like a snow bunny spirit, hahaha.”

The high-and-mighty flower of the mountain could only wear those snow-white bunny ears helplessly under threat, following Wei Huan as he bounced around endlessly. He muttered, “You look like a human Pop Rock candy.”

“Hey handsome! Do you like archery?” The stall owner nearby greeted enthusiastically. “Hit the target and win a big prize!”

The moment Wei Huan heard the word “prize,” he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes shining. “What prize?”

Yun Yongzhou, holding all the snacks and toys Wei Huan had bought, glanced at the stall. “Just stuffed animals.”

The stall owner was indignant. “Hey now, my stuffed animals are the cutest ones around! Don’t believe me? Come look for yourself!”

Wei Huan burst out laughing. “But your stall also has the least people…” Then he spotted a plush toy in the corner, eyes lighting up. His attitude instantly changed. “Alright, I’ll play. How do we play?”

Yun Yongzhou was a bit puzzled by his sudden shift, but followed his line of sight—and saw the snow-white plush swan sitting in the corner.

Yun Yongzhou sighed.

“Three arrows in total,” the owner said, seeing how much Wei Huan wanted that swan and making the rules stricter. “You have to stand ten meters away. All three arrows must land within the seventh ring. I won’t demand bullseyes.”

Wei Huan joked, “I might as well just buy it from you then.”

“It’s not that hard! Since you’re already here, why not give it a try?” The owner grinned, taking the payment and pulling out a bow and arrows. “You know why nobody plays anymore? Because everyone nowadays only knows how to use guns and cannons—nobody uses these old-school weapons anymore.”

“Really?” Wei Huan was intrigued. “Let me try?” He turned and smiled at Yun Yongzhou, knowing he’d trained in archery since he was young and was the ace of the Shanhai Archery Club. Yun Yongzhou set down what he was holding and stepped up behind him.

“Can he teach me?” Wei Huan asked the stall owner with a grin. “This is really my first time.”

The owner looked at his pretty face and figured there was no way he’d learn quickly. “Sure, no problem.”

Yun Yongzhou came up close, resting a hand on Wei Huan’s shoulder. “Relax both shoulders. This is your drawing arm. This one’s for the bowstring. Use your index and middle fingers to hold it—yes, like that.” He wrapped his arms around Wei Huan from behind, guiding his arms and adjusting his aim.

It was the first time Yun Yongzhou’s chest had pressed so snugly against him, and his low voice buzzed right in his ear, sending shivers down Wei Huan’s spine. His heart thumped so fast that even his hands started trembling.

“Are you still nervous?” Yun Yongzhou asked, puzzled.

“Who’s nervous?” Wei Huan felt insulted—how dare he question his field experience. “I’m just into you.”

Yun Yongzhou cleared his throat, ears flushed. “Archery is actually similar to shooting. Hitting the target is all that matters. If the arrow is parallel to your line of sight, it can mess with your aim—so lower it a bit.” He held Wei Huan’s hand. “Once your left and right are aligned, imagine a straight line extending from your arrow. The endpoint is that bullseye.”

Then he looked at the stall owner. “Let’s try one shot.”

“No can do. One shot counts as one shot. Once it’s used, it’s gone.” The stingy stall owner tucked his hands into his sleeves and leaned lazily on a post.

Yun Yongzhou didn’t argue. To aim more precisely, he lowered his head and, unexpectedly, brushed his face against Wei Huan’s. He squinted one eye, still embracing him as he made adjustments. “I’ll say when. Then you release.”

Wei Huan swallowed, eyes fixed on the tiny bullseye ahead.

“Release.”

Whoosh—like a meteor, the arrow shot out.

“Holy cr*p,” the stall owner almost fell off the post. He hurried over, panting. “Are you kidding me?”

The arrow had landed dead center, just slightly off the bullseye.

“Nine ring?” Wei Huan lowered the bow.

“This really your first time?” the owner asked suspiciously.

Wei Huan grinned. “Really.” He turned toward Yun Yongzhou. “He’s the skilled one. He was holding me.”

“Then he can’t help you anymore,” the owner waved quickly. “That first shot was a freebie.”

Wei Huan pouted and shot a glance at Yun Yongzhou. “Go on, shoo. Boss says you can’t help me anymore.” Yun Yongzhou chuckled, raised his hands, and stepped aside with arms crossed, ready to watch this so-called beginner perform.

“Straight line…” Wei Huan muttered. He looked anything but reliable—hesitant with his stance, squinting in the dim light, taking so long that the owner was about to yawn. “Hey, pretty boy, are you even—”

Whoosh—another arrow let loose.

Wei Huan shaded his eyes and squinted. “Eh? I hit it!” he said gleefully, waving the bow in excitement as he turned to look at Yun Yongzhou. Under his cap, Yun Yongzhou arched a brow, the corner of his lips tilted in a smile.

“Ten—ten ring?” The stall owner wiped his forehead. “What the h*ll is going on… Is this really your first time?”

Wei Huan raised three fingers. “Swear on it.” Then he drew again. “Last arrow, boss!”

“Wait!” The stall owner dragged out another even smaller target from some corner and moved it back a few more meters. “I don’t believe this… Hit this one and I’ll give you however many toys you want.”

Wei Huan rolled his neck and said clearly, “No need, I just want the little swan.”

The final arrow shot out, striking the dead center of the bullseye. Even scarier—it nearly pierced straight through, leaving only a third of the arrow visible.

“My god…” The stall owner was dumbfounded, rubbing the target for a long time. “I’ve met a true expert today.” He staggered over to fetch the swan toy. “Hey little dude, what do you do? Student?”

“Uhh…” Wei Huan wasn’t sure what to say. He was a little afraid of being recognized, so he pulled his mask up. “Graduated. Office worker now?”

“Office worker?! A guy like you should’ve gone to the military! You’d be a general in no time!”

“Really? I think so too. Totally wasted potential, right?” Wei Huan laughed so hard his eyes disappeared. He hugged the swan plush, kissed it several times, and wrapped one arm around Yun Yongzhou’s while swinging the toy in the other. “Was I awesome or what? Am I a little genius?”

Yun Yongzhou’s gaze was soft like a flowing galaxy. “Yes, little genius.”

They queued up with the rest of the crowd. Many girls came up to flirt, asking if they were models or celebrities. Yun Yongzhou stayed silent while Wei Huan handled the questions with creative nonsense, politely turning down all invites. They played on every ride still open—everything from childish bumper cars to roller coasters that would terrify most humans.

When they got off, the people around them looked nauseous—some even threw up while clinging to poles. Only they were completely unfazed.

“Were you scared?” Yun Yongzhou turned to look at him.

“Are you insulting me, Yun Yongzhou?” Wei Huan whacked the swan’s head. “I was raised in the sky, thank you very much.”

“Then why’d you scream?”

“Huh? Oh, just for atmosphere. Don’t people also scream when watching horror movies?”

“I don’t.”

“…Pretend I said nothing.”

As night fell, the theme park started its grand nighttime parade. Music flooded every corner. People in elaborate costumes danced wildly on flower-floats. Wei Huan looked up at the silver-lit Ferris wheel spinning quietly in the sky, like a pumpkin carriage from a fairytale, or a giant moon dropped into the mortal world.

Yun Yongzhou glanced at him, something suddenly clear in his heart. “This part of your plan too?”

“This was top priority on the list,” Wei Huan said, lifting his chin.

“Why?”

“Not telling you.”

Wei Huan turned his back as the crowd surged toward them, wrapping around like waves swallowing foam. The two most powerful frontline fighters of the demon realm had fallen into this ordinary, bustling mortal world—hiding their sharpness, doing the silly things every ordinary couple did.

Fireworks began to bloom in the sky, reminding Yun Yongzhou of the time he and Wei Huan had watched fireworks before—along with the time he was tricked into eating that false beast.

“So pretty,” Wei Huan said as he walked forward with his head tilted up—then suddenly, he felt something small wrap around his leg. Looking down, he saw a human child, no older than four or five, clinging to him.

“Eh?”

The moment the child saw him, he started bawling at full volume. Wei Huan nearly slapped a hand over his mouth in panic. “What the h*ll, kid! Don’t frame me—you came up and hugged me!”

Yun Yongzhou lowered his head to look, and the moment the kid saw him, the crying stopped with a choke. The child stammered, “I—I want to find my mommy!”

So it was a lost child.

It was really crowded here. Wei Huan reached out to take the child’s hand. “Let’s go somewhere with fewer people first.”

But unexpectedly, the little one used his other hand to reach for Yun Yongzhou’s, stretching on tiptoe to grab his fingers.

“Flirting with handsome guys at this age, huh? Incredible,” Wei Huan muttered, pulling him aside. Yun Yongzhou kept watching the little one—chubby cheeks, drool at the corner of his mouth, and eyes fixated on Yun Yongzhou without blinking.

“Hey, kiddo, where’d you get separated from your mom?”

The kid shook his head, still staring at Yun Yongzhou.

“Do you remember what your mom looks like?”

The little guy raised his pudgy hands and gestured, “This tall, long hair.”

Might as well have said nothing. Wei Huan sighed. Seeing the kid glued to Yun Yongzhou with no intention of looking away, he poked the kid’s soft belly. “Hey, why are you staring at this older brother so much?”

The little one pointed at Yun Yongzhou’s eyes. “Older Brother’s eyes… look like candy… like fruit drops.”

Wei Huan chuckled and glanced at Yun Yongzhou too. “You’re right—tangerine-flavored.”

He stood up. “Alright then, let’s go see if we can find someone to help through the broadcast system.”

Yun Yongzhou looked at the parade crowd. “It’ll be tough. The music’s too loud, and I just noticed—the broadcast staff have all joined the procession.”

“Great,” Wei Huan sighed, giving the kid’s chubby hand a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry, older brother will definitely help you find your mom.”

The little guy poked Wei Huan’s nose with his finger. “Little brother.”

“Little brother?” Wei Huan was stunned. “I’m older brother!”

“Older brother.” The boy suddenly clung to Yun Yongzhou’s leg and grinned wide, showing his little teeth. “Older brother.”

“Tsktsktsk… ”

The little one looked up at Yun Yongzhou, as if he’d discovered something.

Yun Yongzhou suddenly scooped him up and reached out his other hand to take Wei Huan’s. “I found her.”

“That… that fast?” Wei Huan hadn’t even processed it yet, but Yun Yongzhou’s steps were firm, brooking no argument. A lot of people turned to look at them as they passed. At first Wei Huan didn’t understand, until he noticed the boy’s outfit — a purple knit sweater. One red, one blue, one purple… they really did look like a family of three.

Not long after, they spotted a woman anxiously talking on the phone. Yun Yongzhou set the child down. “Take him over.”

Wei Huan didn’t hesitate and led the child toward her.

“Mama!”

Hearing that little voice, the woman whipped around, dropped to a crouch, and scooped her child into her arms. “Baby, you scared Mommy to death! Are you okay?”

The little boy shook his head and let himself be held. The woman noticed Wei Huan in a hat and mask; to ease her worry, he pulled down the mask slightly. “Ma’am, it’s crowded here. Please keep a close eye on your little one.”

“Thank you, thank you!” The woman teared up. “Thank heavens there are still kind people like you. Thank you so much!”

Wei Huan shrugged and waved at the kid. “Bye now.”

“Bye, little brother!” The little guy clung to his mother’s neck, watching Wei Huan walk away. She shifted him in her arms and kissed him several times. “You scared Mommy to death. I won’t ever let go of your hand again.”

“Mama, just now—just now there was an older brother,” the little one stretched his fingers to pull at his eyelids, “his eyes lit up, like—biu biu~”

“Oh my baby, are you feverish? Who’s ever heard of glowing eyes?”

“Really! He looked so nice! His eyes were like… like the sun!”

Wei Huan walked over to Yun Yongzhou, who was leaning on a railing. “Mission accomplished!” He threw an arm out to grab the rail, caging Yun Yongzhou inside. “You broke the rules!” His eyes sparkled playfully. “Don’t think I didn’t notice—you used the Eyes of Xihe.”

“That counts?” Yun Yongzhou looked at him.

“Of course it does! Just wait, I’ll figure out a punishment.” But honestly, Wei Huan was surprised—Yun Yongzhou had never been one to play the righteous hero. “Why’d you help that kid so quickly?”

Yun Yongzhou wrapped his arm around Wei Huan’s waist. “I learned it from you.”

Actually, ever since Wei Huan came back into his life, Yun Yongzhou had changed. He knew all too well how devastating regret could be. All he could do now was try to prevent others from going through that pain.

Love had given him empathy.

“One demerit for rule-breaking.” Wei Huan pretended to scribble in his palm. But suddenly he looked up toward the old clock tower in the distance. “Oh sh*t.”

“What is it?”

“It’s 11:30—sh*t, we’re gonna be late.” He grabbed Yun Yongzhou and broke into a run. “We’ve gotta queue up.” Only when they reached the base of the Ferris wheel did Yun Yongzhou realize what he was planning. The grand celebration was still in full swing, but because the crowd had spread out, even the Ferris wheel line wasn’t long. Wei Huan counted the couples going in, then leaned over and whispered, “We’re just in time—last group! So lucky!”

Yun Yongzhou couldn’t help smiling at his excitement. “Mm.”

The Ferris wheel creaked to a stop with the sound of old metal brakes. The attendant called out, “One at a time, let’s go.”

Wei Huan held Yun Yongzhou’s hand tightly, waiting for the attendant to load couples like scooping fish.

“Two, four, six…” The attendant looked at them. “You two are the last slot.”

Wei Huan was about to nod when suddenly the cheers turned to screams. They immediately turned toward the source of the noise.

“The roller coaster.”

The massive cheers nearly drowned out the cries for help. Looking over, they saw the last car of the coaster had derailed, but the front cars were still moving. They had just ridden this earlier—here, each coaster runs two full circuits.

In other words, the stuck rear car might get hit by the oncoming train!

“You getting on or not?” the attendant asked.

Wei Huan gritted his teeth. “No.”

He broke from the line and started running, spiritual power surging within him.

Of course plans never worked out—there was always chaos.

In the crowd, with people wearing all sorts of wild outfits, Wei Huan’s black wings didn’t look out of place. A little girl even screamed, “That older brother’s wings are so cool!”

The next second, he shot into the sky at inhuman speed. Masked and capped, he soared toward the panicked passengers.

“Help! Help us!”

The front cars had already started their second high-speed lap!

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Wei Huan stopped just in front of them. He’d wanted to pull them out, but the safety harnesses were stuck tight. His palms started sweating.

Three meters.

“Help! We’re going to die!”

One meter. The oncoming car roared like a storm.

But the expected crash never came.

The terrified passengers opened their eyes to find a masked youth in a red hoodie wedged between the broken car and the oncoming one, holding the second car back with one arm.

No one could speak.

“Don’t say such unlucky things.” Wei Huan’s back pressed hard against the car. Gritting his teeth, he reached out his other hand.

Blue light streaked across the night sky, piercing the coaster’s axles. Soon, the oncoming car stopped. Wei Huan exhaled in relief. In the front seat sat a little elementary school girl, who’d been frozen with fear. She started bawling.

“Why cry?” Wei Huan turned his head. Seeing the emergency crew arrive, he knew he couldn’t stay long. “Wait here. The uncles will help you down soon.”

“But I’m scared! It’s so high!”

He patted her head. “You’re not scared. If you were, you wouldn’t have gotten on, right?”

He spread his wings again. With a great gust, Wei Huan vanished into the night. No one got a clear look at his face. But everyone knew—he wasn’t human.

As the rescue wrapped up, Wei Huan contacted Yun Yongzhou via heart-link. He was nervous about being recognized, but luckily he hadn’t used Wind Manipulation. Plenty of demons could fly.

[I’m on the Ferris wheel.]

Hearing Yun Yongzhou’s voice, Wei Huan trembled with rage. “You dog! You ditched me and went on the Ferris wheel alone!”

[Look up.]

Exhausted, Wei Huan looked up. The glowing Ferris wheel touched the moon—and right under it, at the very top, stood a figure.

“How did you get up here?” Wei Huan finally flew to the top, folding his wings. His anger was already melting. “I thought you left me.”

“I’m not you.” Yun Yongzhou’s voice was amused. In his arms was a plush baby swan he’d won with sheer skill, curled up against him.

Wei Huan yanked off his hat and mask, flopped into Yun’s arms. “I’m dying.”

“How many times have I told you—don’t say that.”

Scolded, Wei Huan zipped his lips and used the heart-link to apologize.

[My bad, okay? Next time I’ll say, ‘I’m alive!’]

Such a smart*ss.

“You broke the rules today too,” Yun Yongzhou said, watching the massive rescue effort below. “A grand, dramatic one.”

He could already imagine tomorrow’s headlines.

“This is so unfair.” Wei Huan leaned on his shoulder, looking at the moon. Yun Yongzhou wrapped an arm around him, gently rubbing his cheek with his thumb. “My little hero sure has it rough.”

Those words were like shoving an entire fluffy cotton candy into Wei Huan’s mouth—sweet and overwhelming. Normally he hated being called a hero. But hearing Yun Yongzhou say it? He nearly ascended on the spot.

Riding that sugar high, Wei Huan bargained, “We both broke the rules today. Let’s call it even, okay?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“Separate punishments.”

“Fine, fine, I’ll take it. I, Little Nine Phoenix, am just that kind-hearted a boy.”

The old clock tower rang. Wei Huan suddenly straightened, grabbed Yun Yongzhou’s face, and kissed him. Neither closed their eyes, so he clearly saw Yun Yongzhou’s candy-colored pupils widen.

The bell echoed in the lively night sky. Under the moonlight, their silhouettes were beautiful as a painting.

Wei Huan pulled back and exhaled deeply. “Phew. Made it.”

Yun looked confused. “Made what?”

“They say couples who kiss on the Ferris wheel at midnight will stay together forever.” Wei Huan beamed, showing off his little fang. “So this counts, right?” He clapped his hands like a slate board. “Golden Crow and Little Nine Phoenix’s first real date—complete success!”

Watching his antics, Yun Yongzhou softly said, “You definitely weren’t like this before.”

Wei Huan nodded, legs dangling in the sky. “Yeah, I’ve changed a lot. The old me would’ve mocked these childish legends. But after living again… I really want to be with you forever.” As he mimed drawing a bow in midair, night wind shaped it into a small blue arrow pointed at Yun Yongzhou. “For that goal, no matter how silly it seems—I’ll do it.”

This fake Cupid’s arrow still hit dead-on.

“Because I love you.” Wei Huan lowered his hand. Moonlight lit up his serious face.

Yun Yongzhou’s gentle eyes reflected him completely. “Me too.”

For Wei Huan, he was willing to put away all his sharp edges and walk with him in the warmth of the mortal world.

They looked up at the moon, silent.

Wei Huan, for once quiet and well-behaved, leaned on Yun Yongzhou.

Until—

Yun Yongzhou’s cool voice broke the silence, serious and calm:

“Is kissing really enough?”

“…Huh? What did you just say?!”