Early that morning, Mu You was woken by the steady ticking of his watch.
He opened his eyes to dazzling light. In this world, it was always noon.
The quilt bulged in front of him. As he moved his arm, a protesting whimper immediately came from beneath it.
Mu You lifted the edge of the quilt. A warm, soft figure lay curled in the crook of his arm, breathing slowly and deeply like a sleeping kitten. Her slightly tousled long hair spilled freely across them both, and the fragrance drifting from its ends stirred his heart again.
Mu You gently stroked the skin of the woman in his arms, a sense of contentment rising within him.
Last night had not been a moment of impulsive passion, but a natural expression of feelings that had developed over long years.
Their souls, both somewhat worn down by time, had shed all their weariness in that night's union and found new life.
In this world, prolonged strenuous work could still tire them, but much like their self-healing injuries, the stamina they expended recovered very quickly.
Time slowly passed, day by day. Sometimes Mu You even felt that days like these were not so bad.
"What was deliberate?" Mu You did not quite understand.
At the mention of this, Lin Xue suddenly seemed a little resentful. She pinched his arm, wrinkled her nose slightly, and chided him, "You blockhead. Don't you know that if you leave a woman stewing long enough, she'll boil down to brine...? I think you did it on purpose!"
Ten years...
Staying in this frozen world with only Lin Xue, the person he loved most right beside him, they had no need to care what anyone thought, no pressures from reality, no worries about birth, aging, sickness, or death. They