This thing called love depended heavily on timing. Meeting too early or too late just wouldn't do.
—Anonymous Author, Youth Newspaper
Yin Minghong had never really understood those words, but lately, he had gradually begun to.
During the Golden Wind season, Profound Candle Prefecture grew light especially early. After washing up, Yin Minghong found Mu Qingmei still lazing in bed. He loudly pounded on the door from outside. "Time to get up and practice!"
He called several times before a soft, muffled complaint came from inside. "...I'm not practicing today."
"That won't do. Practice in summer's hottest days and winter's coldest ones. Skip one day, and you know it. Skip a week, and your enemies know it. Skip a month, and everyone knows it. Get up, get up!"
"Stop disturbing my sleep!"
Mu Qingmei let out a little tiger's roar from inside the room. It was adorable enough to make anyone want to go in and shake her awake. Yin Minghong, however, furrowed his brows. He went to the storage room, found the firecrackers he had hidden there, lit one, and tossed it into Mu Qingmei's room. Then he used the light-footed movement of the Ethereal Combat Arts and shot out of the courtyard like a phantom!
The moment he left the courtyard gate, a thunderous boom exploded from Mu Qingmei's room. The next instant, a sharp burst of light pierced through the window and skimmed past Yin Minghong's ear, grazing his earlobe!
Formless Combat Arts—Divine Spear!
Seeing flashes of light crisscrossing inside, Yin Minghong hurriedly shut the courtyard gate and slipped away. Before leaving, he shouted, "Get to work as soon as you finish practicing!"
Another burst of light flashed out and slammed into the battered steel courtyard gate.
Mu Qingmei had lived with him ever since they were