Reunion

Nanxing Inn was the name Xu Hongdou had given to the new guesthouse.

This Nanxing was, of course, Chen Nanxing's Nanxing—a way of commemorating the good friend who had been by her side since childhood. On the other hand, it was also because Xu Hongdou had come to believe in fate. She believed that meeting Wang Yan had been Chen Nanxing's guidance. After all, Chen Nanxing's dying wish had been for her not to focus solely on work, but to come to Dali and have a look around. Without all that, she might not have come at all. And in Wang Yan's words, whether she came early or late, they would never have met otherwise. Only this was a heaven-sent match, destined by fate.

In truth, as long as Wang Yan wanted to, they would meet no matter how far apart they were.

Nanxing Inn was completed and opened in May. This little courtyard was neither the tallest nor the largest, but it was the prettiest in the village. As someone with master-level architectural design skills, Wang's aesthetic sense was unquestionably on point.

The four buildings rose and fell at different heights, arranged in a pleasingly staggered pattern. The two-story building they lived in had its first and second floors offset like the blades of a pair of scissors, though from the outside it still resembled an ordinary Bai-style residence. The guest rooms for rent spiraled upward as well, with the second floor built into a two-and-a-half-story structure. The facade curved gently, and guests could follow the exterior staircase upstairs to their rooms. Of the remaining two side buildings, the taller one became Hongdou's milk tea shop, while the shorter one served as the kitchen. As for the guesthouse building, its remaining space had been turned into a shared living