From that day forth, whenever Si Yan opened her door, she would see piles of wealth.
She had once worried whether someone might come to steal.
Later, she found that except for Wu Xie and Wu Yang sneaking over to grab a big handful of Insect Crystals to eat, nobody dared to wander into her courtyard anymore.
And so, she lay atop her own mountain of silver, grabbing handful after handful of silver coins.
Decadence, oh, decadence.
She suddenly sat up and walked toward the main house.
Delusional was inside, straightening the quilt and folding clothes.
Si Yan leaned against the door, watching Delusional.
Handsome, attentive, skilled, powerful, and rich. How could such a perfect man exist? He was truly the stuff of dreams. No wonder his name was Delusional.
Suddenly, she dashed forward, wrapping her arms around his waist.
He turned, and as she jumped up, Delusional lowered his head, allowing her to wrap her arms around his neck.
