Seeing Huang Siyuan clasp her hands in congratulations, Song Qingming finally came back to himself from the distant scenery. A faint smile slowly appeared on his face. He stepped forward, took her hand, and drew her into his embrace.
Neither of them spoke. They simply stood together, leaning against each other as they quietly watched the distance.
Only when sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon their faces did Song Qingming, finding it somewhat dazzling, lead Huang Siyuan down from the mountaintop.
The two followed the mountain path as they always had, strolling along the winding trails in the back mountains of Funiu Mountain.
It was autumn. Most of the trees in the mountains had already withered yellow, and orange leaves danced gracefully in the autumn wind before scattering across the winding path. Beneath the morning sun, they formed a glittering carpet of light.
From time to time, birdsong rang out from the thickets, crisp and pleasant. The distant mountains lay veiled in a faint mist, appearing and disappearing like an ink-wash painting, immediately easing the heart and refreshing the mind.
The autumn chill was gradually deepening, and the air was filled with the fresh fragrance of grass and trees. This scent unique to the mountains soothed them both, and for a while, they forgot the many trivial matters surrounding them.
They walked all the way to Moon Gazing Pavilion halfway up the mountain before finally stopping and taking seats in the stone pavilion.
After looking over the scenery around the pavilion, Huang Siyuan was the first to speak, softly breaking the mountain's silence.
"Husband, news came from Cangyuan Mountain half a year after you entered seclusion. Changze failed to form his core, but fortunately, his injuries were not too serious. They should not affect his next attempt at