Late at night, everything was silent.
In the backyard of the Farmhouse Courtyard in Chen Family Village, a barely perceptible ripple spread through space.
The next moment, a streamlined Flying Boat shimmering with silver light emerged silently from the void and landed smoothly.
The cabin door slid open, and Chen Lin stepped out with his arm around Zhang Ruoxi.
As she looked at the familiar yet slightly unfamiliar two-story house before her, not a trace of her former timidity or melancholy remained in Zhang Ruoxi's eyes.
In their place were a clarity that seemed to have been cleansed through and through, and the tenderness and resolve that belonged to her alone as Chen Lin's woman.
"It's getting late. The guest room beside the master bedroom has always been empty. Stay there tonight," Chen Lin said softly.
"Okay." Zhang Ruoxi nodded obediently.
Chen Lin turned, about to return to his room.
A fragrant breeze swept up behind him.
Zhang Ruoxi rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her soft lips to his cheek in a kiss as light as a feather.
"Good night, Chen Lin."
Before her words had fully faded, she blushed and fled to her room like a startled little rabbit.
Chen Lin touched his cheek, feeling the lingering warmth and softness, and a smile tugged at his lips.
This girl really has gotten bolder.
The following morning.
The sunshine was just right.
"Brother! I'm here to play with Clear Wind Bright Moon!"
Chen Qianqian pushed open the courtyard gate with her usual noisy energy, swinging a carton of milk in her hand as she charged straight toward the kitchen.
But the next second, she stopped dead.
In the kitchen, a girl wearing Chen Lin's oversized white T-shirt stood with her back to her, stretching up on tiptoe as