I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"The first year apart was tough, and only sleeping made me feel better."

It's been three years since we separated, and I can't sleep well.

It's been five years since we parted. When I sleep, I can only clearly dream of him.

Six years have passed since we parted, Xi, how could you have fallen so low! Have you forgotten your goal of becoming the strongest artist in the Great Yan Dynasty?!

The next day, I went to sleep…

"...???"

Bai Zhou looked at her with a puzzled expression.

Are you someone Mr. [the artist] created to help her, or an undercover agent specifically to dig up dirt on her?

Another side of the Forty-Three Nights

"So...besides telling stories, is there anything else you can do?"

The other person's storytelling skills still need more practice; for now, she's definitely very effective at putting children to sleep.

He shook his head to shake off his weariness during the day, and then asked her about other things.

"Um……"

The painter picked up his brush and softly recited a poem, then waved to him.

"Come closer."

Bai Zhou shifted closer to her.

"Closer."

(Moving around)

"Closer."

"Still close?"

Bai Zhou, puzzled, peered forward again.

Their faces were only a hand's width apart; any closer and they would be touching.

The artist nodded in satisfaction, then placed his hands on the table and stood up slightly.

"Chirp~"

A light touch of the lips is all it takes to separate.

"Why...is this..."

Bai Zhou stared in astonishment at the face that was exactly like his, the soft touch still lingering on his lips.

"Yeah, I just really wanted to do it, so I did it."

She stuck out the tip of her tongue and gently licked her lips, as if savoring the feeling from just now.

"No wonder I was willing to do it, it felt really good."

"You mean, sir...she really wants to do this?"

Hearing her words, Bai Zhou was both surprised and delighted.

"correct."

"Not only that, but I've always wanted to marry you, little one."

She speaks without restraint, seemingly able to say anything naturally and casually.

"The gentleman wishes to...marry me..."

Bai Zhou laughed, laughed heartily.

It turns out they still had feelings for each other, and it didn't become a one-sided love on his part.

Great.

"Hmm, just a moment."

She seemed to have thought of something, and got up to walk into the inner room.

"what happened?"

Bai Zhou got up, wanting to follow.

We were having a great time talking, what happened?

"Stop, stop, I'm going to change my clothes."

Even though it's a drawing, it goes and changes clothes...

During the day, the creatures in the painting have not been seen wearing any other clothes.

But upon closer reflection, he realized he hadn't actually seen many of the people in the paintings.

Ah Yao and Zi Zai are ink spirits, so they naturally don't need to change clothes. As for the other figures in the painting, he didn't know if they could change clothes since he hadn't spent enough time with them.

Let's wait and see.

Moreover, she is the embodiment of her husband's emotions. Since she is going to change clothes, it must be because her husband wants to wear those clothes.

Thinking about it, Bai Zhou sat back down and quietly waited for the evening to come out.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the tightly closed door was slowly pushed open.

He looked up during the day, but then froze, speechless and slurred like an infant in swaddling clothes.

Even though he was in a state of utter confusion and had a thousand words to say, he couldn't utter a single word.

"Awaited."

Wearing a heavily embroidered robe, with black outer garments fluttering in red.

Twelve brocade robes, with curved hems and skirts.

With her hair tied up and adorned with gauze, she is ready to marry her beloved on this auspicious day.

The painter had taken off his blue robe and put on a new dress that he would only wear when getting married.

"How is it, my lord? Is it handsome?"

She lifted her skirt slightly and moved with light, graceful steps.

She was all smiles and had a graceful figure.

“How could it be considered unseemly, sir?”

Seeing Xi like this is enough for Baitian (the daytime).

"Why are you still calling me 'sir'?"

She slowly sat down in front of Bai Zhou, raised her hand and gently tapped his forehead, correcting him:

"How should I address you, my lord?"

"Ah, this..."

Looking at Xi, whose eyes were filled with anticipation, Bai Zhou couldn't help but swallow hard.

She is a manifestation of her husband's emotions, so doing this must be what he was thinking.

Well... it wouldn't be a problem if he called out to him, right?

"...His Highness?"

He dared not speak loudly, for fear of calling her in the wrong way, nor dared he speak softly, for fear that she would not hear him.

She smiled again.

"now it's right."

"Then, young master, would you be willing to marry here?"

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhou remained silent for a moment before replying:

"...If it were you, sir, I would be overjoyed."

"I see."

She straightened up with a slight regret, but her eyes were full of affection as she looked at Bai Zhou.

"What a stubborn little guy."

■

"Hurrah!"

The door to the bamboo house was kicked open, and the red and white immortal strode in with an unstoppable aura.

"I was worried sick outside. Silly Xiaobai, and you were here flirting with someone else!"

Looking at Bai Zhou, who was now pressed against the dummy, Nian's resentment intensified.

It's just a fake paper doll, not a real National Day holiday, so why is it stuck here and unwilling to leave?

"Who is this lady?"

The painter looked up at Nian, then softly asked Bai Zhou, who was lying on her lap.

"Huh? You don't remember me?"

This girl was surprised that her fake sister didn't recognize her.

"I only remember Ah Xi, and it is enough for me to remember only him."

The artist's sincerity embarrassed and angered Nian, but deeply moved Bai Zhou.

"You are nothing like her."

The artist's words were startling, but Nian knew that the fool could never, would never, and would never dare to say such things.

In what state did that idiot draw her? And how could he not include the memories of her most important older sister?!

Despite her curiosity, Nian's main purpose now was not to argue with this fake sister; she wanted to drag the other idiot who was almost addicted to this place out.

The ceremony is far more important than chatting here.