Six Forms Ice Residential Complex.
At this moment, sunlight filtered through the spotless glass windows, casting patches of light across the room.
A gentle breeze stirred the beige gauze curtains, carrying in the fresh scent of soil and grass from outside.
Cars flowed along the street outside, but the sound seemed filtered through the soundproof glass. There was little noise, only a steady, muted hum.
The yellow and green lights at the intersection flashed in a regular rhythm. Pedestrians walked at an unhurried pace, their faces wearing the ordinary calm of daily life. Everything was in perfect order.
On the soft sofa, Yan Huan lounged in a slightly loose set of loungewear, his entire body practically sinking into the cushions.
His gaze rested on the television screen in front of him, where a brightly colored program was playing.
"What a pity... my Blue Drinking Grass, fire immunity!"
"Now the gates to wealth and glory have opened! Tell me, are you willing to conquer the world with me?!"
"Shen Mingzhu, no swinging indoors...!"
Yan Huan lounged on the sofa, repeatedly pressing the remote as the images on the screen switched at high speed. He grumbled in dissatisfaction:
"Shows from back then were still better... What the hell is this stuff nowadays? After watching, I can't even remember the protagonist's name."
From the kitchen behind him came a clatter of pots, bowls, and utensils colliding.
A few minutes later, accompanied by a beep from the induction cooker signaling that it had switched off, Evernight, wearing a plain apron, smiled as she carried several steaming dishes to the dining table in the living room.
"Stop watching. It's time to eat." Her voice was gentle.
Smelling the aroma of food spreading through the air, Yan Huan lowered his eyes and lazily glanced