I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

November 14, 91 AD, cloudy.

My adoptive father came back from outside and brought me an old magazine.

There was a whole page of news about Brother Gu Yan in the magazine; he cured many people.

I carefully cut out that page and pasted it in the middle of the wall in my room.

He is the jewel of the empire, the youngest master in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.

I need to train my superpowers hard so that I can be as powerful as him in the future.

April 3, 91 AD, light rain.

My adoptive father's leg hurt again, and I heard him sighing in the middle of the night.

I buried my head in the pillow, afraid to cry out loud, lest my adoptive mother hear and be even more upset.

However, I was praised by my teacher at school today, who said that my healing ability has improved very quickly.

I need to work harder; maybe I can help Brother Gu Yan in the future.

September 1, 91 AD, sunny.

School started, and a new student joined our class. She's quite good-looking.

However, he's not as handsome as Gu Yan. Gu Yan is the most handsome person in the world.

I put his photo at the very back of my desk so I could see it every day during class.

November 7, 92 AD, cloudy.

Today, some bad people were bullying others on the street, and my foster mother and I were passing by.

My foster mother pulled me along very fast, her palms were sweaty.

I know she was worried that I would be targeted by bad guys, but actually I could beat those guys.

After my foster mother fell asleep that night, I secretly ran out and beat up two thugs.

I stacked them into a pyramid, one on the left and one on the right.

The next day, my adoptive mother saw the news, but she didn't ask me anything. She just fried an extra egg for me.

Gu Yan couldn't help but smile as she looked at it.

Everything before that was pretty normal; it was just a girl's little thoughts during puberty.

Although he was somewhat surprised that she knew about this when she was twelve years old.

But it's not hard to understand, since her adoptive parents had been showing her his news reports.

It's easy to see from her diary that her adoptive parents were indeed very good to her.

They always let her eat the best food first, and they always thought of things for her first.

She wanted his photo, so her adoptive mother helped her find old newspapers.

She wanted more information, so her adoptive father brought her magazines.

He still hadn't figured out what the problem was.

On the contrary, I think Fu Wanqing was quite cute when she was little.

After flipping through a dozen more pages, his gaze settled on a diary entry.

March 2, 94 AD, cloudy.

Today, someone with a face thicker than a city wall came to our house.

Our middle-aged neighbor keeps banging on our door, like she's demanding a debt.

The sound of her banging on the door could be heard throughout the entire building, and the dog downstairs barked for almost half an hour.

Her adoptive father went to open the door, and she stood there with her hands on her hips.

She spoke so loudly that she wanted everyone in the neighborhood to come and judge her.

She craned her neck to look into our house, her eyes darting around.

It's like they're taking stock of the valuable things we have in our house.

She said our house was just renovated and looks quite nice.

The wooden floors are polished to a shine, the walls are painted white, and the curtains are brand new.

Her son is getting married next month and wants to use our house as his wedding home.

I asked her how long she wanted to borrow it, and she said she only wanted to borrow it for a month and would return it to us after the wedding.

My adoptive mother said that we had just moved in ourselves and hadn't settled in yet, so it wasn't very convenient.

Upon hearing this, her face immediately fell, and her eyebrows shot up like two knives.

That's how it is in the countryside; neighbors help each other out when someone has a wedding or funeral.

There are only three people in your family living in such a big house, what's wrong with borrowing it for a month?

It's not like we're not going to pay you back, why are you being so stingy?

As she spoke, she glanced at our new sofa and new curtains.

Her eyes seemed to say that all these things should belong to her.

Gu Yan paused slightly on the diary when she saw this.

His gaze lingered on the words "March 2, 94th year of the Common Era" and remained there for a long time.

Could the turning point be right here?

What happened after that middle-aged woman came to borrow the house?

A girl who started sneaking out to fight thugs at the age of twelve; a family that always moved into a bad neighborhood and then the bullies would disappear.

Add to that the overwhelming stench of blood in the basement, and the sound of dripping water in the corner.

He suddenly remembered that in the Chen family courtyard, he had used the Mirror Flower Imperial Seal to make Fu Wanqing momentarily dazed.

At that moment, the seven-colored light merged into her consciousness, her pupils went unfocused, and her lips parted slightly.

Then she uttered four words, very softly but very clearly: Kill the bad guys.

At the time, he thought it was just some kind of subconscious stress response, after all, she was a healing-type superhuman.

But now, as I connect these clues one by one, the words "kill the bad guys" suddenly feel heavy.

What emerged from the subconscious of a healing-type girl was not saving people, not helping people, but killing.

The thought was terrifying; his heart raced and his palms sweated slightly.

He turned to the next page, about to see what was written next.

Just then, a hand suddenly reached out from the side and grabbed his wrist.

The force was terrifying; the five fingers gripped his wrist like iron clamps.

Gu Yan froze, her spine instantly straightening.

He slowly turned his head, his movements as slow as if he were defusing a time bomb.

Fu Wanqing was already standing behind him, so close that he could smell the peach scent on her.

She was still carrying the plastic bag she had brought back from buying breakfast, and the soy milk inside was still steaming.

But her face was expressionless, and a coldness he had never seen before flashed in her amber eyes.

That kind of coldness isn't the coldness of being angry, nor the coldness of being coquettish; it's something deeper, something that sends chills down your spine.

It's like something is staring at you through the ice beneath a frozen lake in winter.

Gu Yan's wrist ached from being gripped so tightly; he could even feel her nails digging into his skin.

But that look only appeared for a moment, so fast it was like an illusion.

The next second, she put on an expression that was both embarrassed and annoyed, and pouted.

The plastic bag was thrown on the bed, and she looked as if she had transformed from an ice sculpture back into a living person.

"Gu Yan, I trust you so much, how could you secretly read my diary while I was away?"

Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness and complaint, sounding no different from usual.

But Gu Yan had just caught a glimpse of that, and now he only felt a slight pain in his wrist from being gripped so tightly.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone through your things, it was my fault."

He closed the diary and handed it back, trying to make his tone natural and sincere.

"I saw it by accident when I was looking for my charger this morning, and I couldn't resist flipping through a few pages."

"I'm so sorry, Wanqing, it won't happen again."

Fu Wanqing took the diary, hugged it to her chest, and snorted.

"You apologized quite quickly, but once you've seen it, you've seen it. What are you going to do about it?"

"Where are you looking? Did you see where I wrote bad things about you?"

Gu Yan shook her head and said no, she only saw that you wrote that I am the most beautiful person in the world.

Fu Wanqing's face flushed red, from her cheeks to her ears.

She shoved the diary into the bedside table, her movements a little flustered.