Leaning against Xiao Ling's warm embrace and listening to his heartfelt, sincere words, the two women felt a warm current spread from the depths of their hearts, instantly washing through their limbs and bones. Their gazes upon Xiao Ling grew ever softer, their eyes filled with inextinguishable attachment and cherishing affection.
To them, the greatest blessing of this life had been meeting Xiao Ling. He had pulled them out of the abyss, allowing them to have a life they once could never have imagined.
Xiao Ling's figure had long since been etched into the softest corners of their hearts, becoming the strongest support and warmest light in each other's lives.
Within the pavilion, moonlight spilled down gently, coating the three embracing figures in a sacred glow. The evening breeze brushed past, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, along with hopes for a future spent walking side by side.
At the foot of Ling Yue Peak, a front courtyard had been built against the mountain. It was not especially grand, yet every part of it revealed ingenuity and refinement.
The courtyard walls were built from bluish-gray stone, with several clusters of green vines creeping along their tops. Morning dew still clung to the leaves, reflecting scattered glimmers of light.
The courtyard gate was a simple wooden structure without elaborate carvings, yet it had been polished until it was smooth and warm to the touch.
A level bluestone slab path ran through the courtyard, with several rare flowers and exotic herbs planted on either side. Their pale, elegant petals released a faint, refreshing fragrance. They were pleasing to the eye and quietly nourished the surrounding air.
At the end of the path stood a small hall. Simple cloud patterns were carved into its doors and windows, while several strings of wooden