That period of time.
It was also the most difficult time for the siblings.
Watching their younger brother, who used to be the most upright, clean, and the pride of them all, turn into this state, Feng Lingtong and the others felt indescribable sorrow in their hearts.
What made them even sadder was.
They could only watch Bu Ran suffer helplessly.
There was nothing they could do.
Later on.
They got together, even inviting their great - aunt and uncles, and their mother and father joined them as well.
They discussed how to help Bu Ran in the Pure Heart Palace.
When they got emotional.
Thinking of Bu Ran's current state.
Their mother even shed tears in front of everyone.
Their father looked solemn.
He gently comforted his wife in his arms.
The great - aunt and the once - imposing uncles could only sigh at this scene.
What a promising young man he was!
It could be said that since the Ancient Great Emperor, the third son of the Feng family, who had the greatest hope of becoming the ruler of the Three Realms, how could he end up in a state of madness?
Just then.
Bu Ran pushed open the door.
Inside the door.
Everyone was shocked and uneasy.
At the door.
Stood Bu Ran, disheveled after drinking peach wine.
Perhaps seeing the tear stains on his mother's face.
Bu Ran stood still on the spot.
At this moment.
Everyone seemed to forget the passage of time.
After a while.
The man at the door laughed a few times. The wine jar in his hand fell to the ground. He had drunk all the wine, and only the empty jar made a crisp echoing sound when it hit the ground.
The looks of the people towards Feng Bu Ran were full of heartache.
He slowly closed the door.
That day.
No one knew where Bu Ran had gone.
They searched everywhere but couldn't find him.
They were on tenterhooks all night.
Early the next morning.
Bu Ran came back.
At that time.
He had neatly combed his messy hair.
The stubble on his chin, which had grown due to excessive drinking, was also neatly trimmed.
His eyes.
No longer as cloudy and unfathomable as before.
Now they looked cold, aloof, and clean. At first glance, they were truly clean.
The dirty clothes on his body had long been changed.
He put on his previous blue robe.
His jade flute was properly placed in front of his waist.
After seeing everyone, Bu Ran seemed as if nothing had happened.
He just said.
He was going back to the Nine - Province Continent to handle some matters.
That day.
He said a lot of things.
Everything was in an orderly manner.
It was as if the old Bu Ran had come back.
Since then.
Every year, Bu Ran would come back to the Enchanting Forest to stay for a while. He always chose the time when his father, mother and the others were in the Enchanting Forest. If it weren't for some matters involving A Zhan and his little aunt this year, his mother and father should have been in the Enchanting Forest at this time.
Although Bu Ran had returned to his former self.
They all understood.
The old Bu Ran.
Would never come back.
Now he.
Suppressed his emotions so strongly and completely closed himself in his own world. He put on a false mask towards the outside world, even towards his family.
They knew he didn't want his family to worry about him.
So he buried all his sufferings deep in his heart.
This kind of Bu Ran.
Made them even more heart - broken.
But.
What could they do?
Once a person closes his heart, the key to enter his inner world has disappeared. No matter how hard they tried to warm his heart, they would be shut out.
Watching Yan Ruyu's back.
Feng Lingtong could only turn his head.
If he wanted to leave.
Let him go alone.
With himself around.
It would be even more difficult for him to vent his emotions, and he would become even more depressed.
They didn't know when.
Family affection had actually become a shackle that bound Bu Ran.
The cold wind.
Blowed on Yan Ruyu's face.
There was a most magical place in the Enchanting Forest.
The thousands of acres of peach blossoms in the Enchanting Forest were always in bloom.
No matter what season it was.
They seemed never to wither.
He walked forward with a wooden expression.
He didn't know when.
He entered the pear orchard.
The most outstanding thing in the Enchanting Forest was the peach blossoms, and the second was the pear orchard.
In the pear orchard.
The clusters of white flowers were blooming on the branches.
It seemed.
He always saw the pear trees full of flowers, but he had never seen when the pear trees bore fruit.
He stepped forward.
Under the moonlight, the pear blossoms emitted a faint light.
Yan Ruyu stretched out his hand.
He wanted to pick a flower.
Behind him.
A jade hand appeared.
It was fair, smooth, and slender.
Yan Ruyu closed his eyes.
A bitter smile appeared on his lips.
Here she came again.
"This place is really quiet. I've always been thinking that it would be so nice if I could live here with you."
The girl's playful voice came from behind his ear.
Although he knew that everything was just an illusion of his own.
A faint smile still appeared on Yan Ruyu's face.
He turned around.
Before he could say anything.
The girl threw herself into his arms.
"Master, I really miss you. Do you miss me?"
Yan Ruyu didn't say a word.
He just gently lifted the girl's head in his arms.
Then he carefully tidied up the stray hairs in front of her forehead.
"Your hair is messy."
The girl pouted unhappily.
"Every time I ask Master a question, Master always avoids the topic."
Yan Ruyu put down his hand.
The girl naturally took his hand.
There was no warmth in her palm.
"What's wrong? Is Master not feeling well?"
She was just a puppet made of wood. Even if spiritual power was injected into it, it wouldn't have any temperature.
Even if it had temperature.
It wasn't hers.
"I'm fine."
Yan Ruyu's voice was very soft.
He let the girl lead him forward.
The girl was wearing a red dress. Her long hair was tied up with a hairpin. As she walked, her long hair always swayed, just like a real person.
In front.
There seemed to be the sound of flowing water.
It also seemed.
There were the chirping of birds.
The girl let go of his hand.
She ran forward curiously.
"I'm going to see what good things are there."
Yan Ruyu just smiled.
Watching the girl's back.
He stretched out his hand.
But he couldn't grasp anything.
Ning'er.
His Ning'er.
Every time he saw this face.
His heart.
Would always ache uncontrollably. But only by looking at this face could he have the courage to continue living.
It was really ridiculous.
The third son of the Feng family.
Actually had to rely on his obsession and love for a woman who had been dead for many years to live.
And he deceived himself by creating a puppet with a similar figure to hers and injecting most of his power and spiritual energy into it.
In fact.
She only looked like Ning'er on the outside.
She was completely different from Ning'er.
But.
Even though he knew it was an illusion to deceive and blind himself.
Yan Ruyu was still addicted and sank into it.
Even though he knew everything was false.
When he touched that face.
When he saw that body moving.
Yan Ruyu would briefly deceive himself.
It seemed.
She was still alive.
Still by his side.