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Xiao Jinyan followed Shen Chuwei’s gaze and saw the mural, a portrait from Feng Wuyou’s childhood.

He remembered very clearly that when she turned eight, the National Master had painted a portrait for her, which she had specifically brought over to show him.

"The National Master painted it," he said.

Shen Chuwei looked at Xiao Jinyan in surprise. "How do you know?"

"Xiao Jiu..." Xiao Jinyan paused, "She told me."

"Oh." Shen Chuwei took a bite of her pastry, and glanced at the mural again.

Xiao Jinyan shifted his gaze back to Shen Chuwei, a little conflicted on whether to tell her that Ye Suhuan was Wu Tan.

After thinking it over, he decided not to tell her for the time being.

With nothing else to do, Shen Chuwei took out her drawing board and brushes, propped her chin on her hand to think for a moment, and then began to sketch the basic outline.

When Ye Suhuan arrived, he saw Shen Chuwei sitting on the arched bridge; he softened his footsteps as he approached her from behind, discovering her painting, not with the Vermilion Brush.

He looked down at the drawing board, noting just the outlines of shadows, not making out what she was painting.

"What are you drawing?" he asked.

Shen Chuwei, deeply engrossed in her painting, lifted her head at the familiar voice and saw Ye Suhuan standing behind her, his presence like that of a Demon, carrying a somber aura.

"A person."

Ye Suhuan lifted the hem of his robe and sat down on the step beside her, glancing again at the canvas, "It looks like a cluster of shadows, not like a person."

Shen Chuwei ignored his comment and asked, "What are you here for?"

Ye Suhuan’s gaze fell on her face, which was as soft and delicate as when she was younger, tempting him to reach out and pinch it.

"Can’t I come to see you?"

"Aren’t they just two eyes, a nose, and a mouth? What’s so interesting to look at?" Shen Chuwei returned her focus to her painting, eager to finish before the National Master returned.

Ye Suhuan nodded in agreement, "Yes, they are just two eyes, a nose, and a mouth; why do I only like you?"

The sudden confession almost made her twist her waist.

Shen Chuwei turned to look at Ye Suhuan and, unsurprisingly, saw him supporting his temple with one hand while looking at her, this time without feeling creeped out.

"To be honest, I am not Feng Wuyou, so don’t say such things to me in the future."

Ye Suhuan was startled at her words, suddenly understanding why Xiao Jinyan had come to him for evidence.

"You have a mole on your wrist."

Shen Chuwei instinctively looked at her wrist upon hearing this; indeed, there was a mole there, which she had known about since the day she arrived.

Ye Suhuan knew about it?

Ye Suhuan slowly said, "There wasn’t originally a mole there; I imprinted it when you were five years old."

Shen Chuwei felt creeped out, "Did you intentionally imprint it thinking it would act like magical charms?"

Ye Suhuan couldn’t help but laugh, "No, that wasn’t it; because I have one on my hand too."

With that, he stretched out his hand, rolled up his sleeve to show Shen Chuwei.

Shen Chuwei looked at the wrist he extended and saw a mole at the same spot, but his was slightly raised, while hers was flat.

This was probably the difference between naturally occurring and those made later.

However, she could only believe half of what Ye Suhuan said.

Shen Chuwei tapped her chin with her brush, staring thoughtfully at Ye Suhuan. So, the original owner of this body was Feng Wuyou?

Seeing her silent, Ye Suhuan asked, "Don’t you believe me?"

Shen Chuwei huffed, "Why should I believe you?"

"Why shouldn’t you?" Ye Suhuan laughed again, "Even Xiao Jinyan came to me for evidence."

Shen Chuwei felt confused, "Evidence of what?"

Ye Suhuan said, "Evidence that could prove you are Feng Wuyou."

Shen Chuwei was stunned; she thought Xiao Jinyan had almost dismissed the idea that she was Feng Wuyou. Yet, he still believed she was Feng Wuyou and had even approached Ye Suhuan for evidence?

Ye Suhuan, with his nature, wouldn’t give it even if he had it.

Wait, what did Xiao Jinyan mean by the words he said on the horse that night?

Didn’t he say he felt the same about two women?

He mentioned two women, and still, he was seeking evidence?

Ye Suhuan said in a deep voice, "I have evidence, but I don’t want to give it to him."

Shen Chuwei: "..." See, she knew that Ye Suhuan wouldn’t tell.

"Then why did you come and tell me?"

Ye Suhuan spoke slowly, "Because I like you, not him. When I like someone, even ten sentences aren’t enough; when I don’t, even a single extra word is too much."

In short, he just disliked talking to Xiao Jinyan—

Shen Chuwei couldn’t help but roll her eyes—

Ye Suhuan looked at her with a half-smile, "I still have evidence; do you want to know what it is?"