Under the night sky.
Once all the food had been prepared and brought to the table, Ling Wuyuan watched Yan Xiujin devour it like a starving ghost.
He picked up a bowl of carefully simmered meat soup and drank it at an unhurried pace.
Now and then, he placed a little food in her bowl.
How to put it...
There were only a handful of people he would treat this way.
That remained true even if he counted his previous life.
To be honest, he could not quite tell what kind of feeling this was.
Still.
He liked it.
It was a feeling he had never experienced in his previous life.
Back then, he had unquestionably liked money and profit more than people—and by a margin beyond comparison.
He had never felt that anyone was especially important.
With no one to hold dear, had all he wanted been money and power?
That was more or less the truth.
It had been an indifference so complete that even the world ending on the spot would have stirred little in him...
Now.
As he recalled the past.
And looked at Yan Xiujin before him.
Then thought of Pei Yiman and the others, still in seclusion.
Ling Wuyuan found himself liking this life a little more...
That was true even counting the bitter years he had spent begging in Black Stone City.
After all, the pain of those days had long since become part of the foundation beneath his life's path.
It seemed unimportant, yet quietly shaped everything...
Before long.
After finally seeing off Yan Xiujin, who had eaten her fill and still wanted kisses and hugs.
Ling Wuyuan looked up at the full moon and began considering his next move.
Lately.
As time passed.
He could feel ever more clearly that