Mr. Dragon Knight, the dragon girls are chasing you!

With trembling fingertips, Eluvia carefully brushed aside the stray white hairs on his forehead, revealing his still youthful and handsome face.

Fortunately, Luo Ye's face was still young, without a single wrinkle, and his features were still sharp and handsome.

Eluvia knelt motionless by the bed, her fingertips hovering over his brows and eyes, too afraid to touch or move, her breath trembling.

Her gaze shifted downwards, instantly locking onto the Moon Mark Spear leaning quietly against the headboard.

She was a dragon, and the smell of blood was all too familiar to her.

Although the bloodstains had congealed and darkened, she recognized them at a glance—it was the scent of a human, the scent of Luo Ye.

Moreover, the bloodstain flowed from the middle of the blade towards the tip—indicating that it was being held in someone's hand with the blade facing inwards, pointed at them.

She slowly turned around and saw Luo Ye's wrist hanging on the velvet cushion.

The newly scabbed wound ran across the entire wrist. Although it had begun to heal, the edges of the wound still showed a faint trace of blood.

In an instant, all the fragmented images, all the doubts, and all the words she couldn't understand last night sprang together in her mind!

His unusual gentleness last night, his inexplicable admonitions, his hesitant gaze, and that one sentence that made her inexplicably uneasy—

"What would you do if I were no longer by your side one day?"

"I'm just saying if."

He wasn't joking; he was truly prepared to leave her forever.

At this moment, the slow-witted, clueless little black dragon finally realized what was happening and instantly broke down.

She, the dragon knight of Eluvia, the Wing of Eternal Night, committed suicide for some unknown reason!

Eluvia opened her mouth, but something seemed to be blocking her throat. A mix of emotions—bitterness, fear, grievance, anger, and overwhelming heartache—were all swirling together, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

She could no longer hold back, and tears welled up in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks like beads from a broken string, each drop landing on Luo Ye's face.

"You stupid dragon knight, don't you dare die!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced through a throat, resounding throughout the sealed chamber, penetrating the heavy obsidian door, and echoing through the empty, deep corridors of the dragon's nest.

[System Notification: The Eternal Night Dragon King has activated his skill—A Bizarre Deduction!]

[System Evaluation: Host, your Dragon King's imagination has reached unprecedented levels. I suggest you appease her quickly, otherwise she might pluck out each of your gray hairs one by one to verify if they're dyed.]

Salta, who was dozing on the castle not far away, was startled by the devastating cry and froze. She tumbled off the castle and crashed heavily onto the stone ground, almost breaking off her tail. She looked up in a daze toward the secret chamber.

Inside the secret room, Luo Ye, who was fast asleep, was forcibly pulled out of his dream by this devastating cry.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils still dazed and confused for a moment. Before he could react to what was happening, a warm and soft body crashed into his arms and held him tightly.

Eluvia threw herself against his chest, her arms gripping his clothes tightly, her forehead pressed against his chest, her suppressed sobs mixed with aggrieved whimpers, bursting out intermittently, her whole body twitching slightly as she cried.

Scalding tears seeped down his clothes, the layers of damp heat clinging to his chest, causing a burning, tingling pain in his heart.

"What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"

Luo Ye subconsciously softened his tone and raised his hand to gently stroke her long hair to comfort her, but as soon as his fingertips touched the soft hair, his wrist was gripped tightly by a pair of trembling little hands.

Eluvia gripped his wrist tightly, then shoved his palm hard in front of her eyes. Her red eyes were brimming with tears, filled with anger and fear, and she growled in a low, sobbing voice:

"What is this? You idiot dragon knight! Tell me what this is!"

Luo Ye looked down at the freshly scabbed wound with red edges on her wrist, and her brain began to work at lightning speed.

With a split-second reaction, he solemnly opened his eyes and made up a story: "Oh, this? It's just a minor scratch I got last night. It's nothing, don't worry."

"You're kidding me!"

Eluvia instantly bristled, her tears falling even more fiercely, her golden vertical pupils turning blood-red, and her dragon tail lashed wildly behind her, striking the air with a crackling sound.

"This was done by the Moonscar spear, wasn't it? There's blood on the spear! Do you think I'm a three-year-old who's easy to fool?!"

She reached out and grabbed a strand of his frosty white hair that had fallen onto his shoulder, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably. She held the pure white hair up to his eyes, her voice choked with sobs:

"What about this one?"

"Your hair was perfectly black last night! How come it's all white when I woke up?! What have you been hiding from me?!"

Luo Ye paused slightly, subconsciously raising his hand to touch his full head of white hair. A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, then he gave a nonchalant smile and continued to deceive her:

"Hey, it's no big deal. I was tired of black hair, so I secretly dyed it white last night. How does it look? Pretty cool, right?"

"You're lying!"

Eluvia screamed, tears welling up and streaming down her face.

"Do you think I'm still a child?! Do you think I can't tell?! You're definitely hiding something from me!"

She was sobbing uncontrollably, her hands clutching his clothes tightly, her voice thick with tears and panic:

"You stupid dragon knight, what's wrong with you? Please don't do anything rash..."

"Don't scare me... I can't live without you... I really can't live without you... Waaaaah!"

Seeing the little girl in his arms crying her eyes out, trembling all over, her eyes filled with fear of losing him, Luo Ye's heart softened instantly.

He reached out and gently wiped away her tears, his voice tender: "I'm really fine. Look at me, I'm full of energy. It's just a different look."

"White hair is so handsome, don't you think it's cool?"

"Cool what! You—you—" Elvia couldn't finish her sentence, and tears started falling again.

"But I really think he's quite handsome." Luo Ye nodded seriously, casually raising his hand to brush some white hair from his forehead, making what he thought was a very dashing gesture.

"White hair and black eyes, isn't this the legendary white-haired swordsman look? Don't you think it's amazing?"

Eluvia sniffed, her little red nose tingling, and looked up at him through teary eyes.

In the morning light, the young man was dressed in white, with a full head of frosty hair, and a lazy smile on his face. His dark eyes were as gentle and deep as ever.

It is indeed quite beautiful.

No, not just a little.

It's very beautiful.

It must be said that his white hair, paired with his clean-cut and handsome face, did indeed give him a unique kind of charm.

Like a solitary swordsman who stepped out of a painting, he carries a touch of vicissitude and clarity, so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off him.

She was stunned for several seconds, her mind briefly going blank.

But the next second, she snapped back to reality, her flushed face scrunched up, her dragon tail thrashing restlessly behind her, and she retorted angrily:

"No! The point isn't whether he's handsome or not!"

"Are you trying to change the subject because you think I'm being silly? What's wrong with you?"