Stepping down from the immortal vessel, the moment he set foot on Wutong Province's soil and felt its solidity, watching the port workers and passersby coming and going through the harbor, Jiang Lin's heart was inexplicably filled with a grounded affection for home.
That excited yet familiar emotion surged through him, like fallen leaves returning to their roots, like dandelion seeds settling to earth.
Walking to Jiang Lin's side, Bai Jiu Yi looked at the man she loved without disturbing him, merely slipping her small hand into his palm.
Jiang Lin's broad hand wrapped around her soft, warm little hand. He smiled and said, "Sorry for being lost in my thoughts for so long. It's been too long since I came back."
The woman whose face was veiled, lest her peerless beauty cause an accident throughout the port, shook her head. "I'm happy."
"Hm?"
"I'm happy that I can stand beside you, watch your gentle, homesick expression, and come home with you." Jiu Yi gazed tenderly at Jiang Lin. "Jiang Lin, did you know? Actually, rather than a cultivator who has forgotten the mortal world through cultivation, you're more like an ordinary person."
"Then, having married this ordinary man, do you regret it?" Jiang Lin asked jokingly. Before he knew it, their interlaced hands had become a tight, ten-fingered clasp.
"I regret it." Jiu Yi leaned lightly against Jiang Lin's shoulder. "I regret not marrying you sooner."
Jiang Lin's heart grew hot.
I really got to her. I really did.
He had thought that if Jiu Yi did not use her charm arts, he could hold out—but now...
Jiang Lin suddenly felt that he had no regrets in this life.
However, before he could remain moved for long, the woman on his shoulder raised her head. Beneath her veil, her