"Husband, are you leaving?" Luo Ling recalled the promise they had made before marriage, and reluctance welled up in her beautiful eyes.
Li Qingyuan slowly closed his eyes and let out a long breath, his voice tinged with melancholy. "Life is but a dream—how much joy can one truly have?"
"Ling'er, for the past half year, I have lived a life that was pure, yet also illusory."
"I never thought I would be able to enjoy such ease, such warmth, such carefree contentment in this lifetime."
He turned to Luo Ling, stepped forward, and gathered her into his arms. In a gentle voice, he said, "Thank you for giving me a moment of peace, for giving me this leisurely and sweet life."
"But in the end, I cannot let go of my obsession with longevity. These past months have been like a beautiful dream to me."
"Now, the dream has ended." Li Qingyuan's gaze hardened with resolve. "It is time for me to set out."
Luo Ling's jade-like hands tightly embraced his waist. Her lips trembled, but in the end, she did not speak a single word to make him stay.
She had known from the very beginning that this day would come sooner or later.
Now that it had come, it had caught her off guard, breaking her heart.
This husband she had lived with for over half a year—handsome, elegant, and exceptionally talented—would ultimately still leave, to pursue the Immortal Path of Longevity.
She, Luo Ling, was merely a harbor where her husband had briefly moored along his Immortal Path of Longevity.
But that was enough.
For her, had this period of happiness not also been a dream?
No, this was not a dream. It was real happiness, happiness within reach if she stretched out her hand, happiness