Chapter 7

Even as a young child, Xie Yu could melt anyone’s heart without saying a word.

Growing up, it only got worse.

I remember one time when I was out and about, I stopped by his school to sneak a peek at him.

A carefree, dazzling boy on the basketball court—the sunshine, the campus, the clouds, the youthful face, and the undisguised admiration in the girls’ eyes.

Even the wind that day seemed to favor him.

I don’t know if that’s what you call “heart-fluttering.”

But ever since then, I’ve often dreamed of Xie Yu, dreaming of those dark, peach-blossom eyes.

After I finished telling him, Ao Xiu held his stomach and laughed for a long time.

“You’ve definitely fallen for him.”

Me: “He’s too young. I can’t bring myself to do it.”

A boy who isn’t even twenty yet.

And me? A thousand-year-old river god.

Ao Xiu scoffed at me: “You still care about that? You have an ageless face, a lifespan that lasts for ten thousand years—what else is there to worry about?”

Ao Xiu gulped down a large mouthful of beer: “It’s a good thing! To think someone actually likes a block of wood like you?”

I raised my hand and gave him a left hook.

“We can talk, but personal attacks are uncalled for.”