Hua Rong's Communication!

A warm breeze stirred through the courtyard of Nebula Manor, while fallen blossoms drifted gently down, carpeting the ground in scattered petals.

The lively, affectionate atmosphere of reunion had yet to fade when the news of an impending journey softly pressed down upon the laughter filling the courtyard.

After Lu Yuan slowly revealed his plans to leave and hunt alien races, the air throughout the courtyard quietly softened into stillness.

The first to reveal her reluctance was Xia Qingyin, whose nature was the gentlest and most delicate.

Her body stiffened slightly, the curve of her lips slowly flattening. Her clear, gentle eyes instantly reddened faintly.

Her long lashes drooped and trembled softly, her eyes brimming with tenderness and reluctance she could not hide. In a soft, sweet voice carrying a trace of aggrieved nasality, she murmured, "A Yuan, you're leaving again..."

The ache of parting lightly entwined her tone, soft and moving.

With her taking the lead, the concern and reluctance that had accumulated in the hearts of the women were all stirred forth.

Gentle voices rose one after another, weaving together in scattered layers, all filled with attachment.

Su Yaqing stepped forward slowly, her fingertips lightly clutching the hem of her clothes. A faint melancholy rested in her eyes as she softly urged, "That's right, Husband. You've only just returned after so much difficulty—don't leave so soon."

Ye Qingyue lifted her gaze slightly. Faint ripples spread through her usually cool and tranquil eyes, and her tone softened by several degrees. "We have only reunited for a few days, and parting has come again. Could you stay a while longer?"

The others all echoed her words, their gazes settling upon Lu Yuan.

Every pair of gentle eyes was filled with attachment and expectation. No one was willing to let such