The bustle of everyday life in the streets still lingered in their ears. Vendors' cries, children's laughter, and neighbors' chatter intertwined into the warmest music of the mortal world. Yet the warmth of that ordinary life had long since escaped the sounds around them and imprinted itself deep in the softest corner of their hearts, becoming a lingering tenderness that would not fade.
Shiheng lowered his head, his gentle gaze settling on Kelin Xiaoman as she nestled beside him. The young woman leaned quietly against his shoulder, her eyes lowered, her long lashes casting faint shadows beneath them. She was wrapped in the peace and serenity of ordinary life, entirely without her former princely reserve and distance, leaving only a young woman's gentle tranquility. The tenderness surging in his eyes gradually settled into a firm, tangible resolve. His fingers tightened slightly as he felt the warmth of her hand against his palm. At last, he spoke softly, breaking that quiet, lovely moment.
"Xiaoman, it's time we set out."
It was a simple sentence, without much explanation, yet it held an understanding neither needed to voice.
Kelin Xiaoman slowly raised her eyes. Shiheng's figure was clearly reflected in their bright clarity, while deep within them lay a trace of reluctance to leave this peaceful life. She cherished this simple warmth of being together without having to mind her status or guard against political schemes. She cherished the everyday life of these streets and alleys. Yet despite her reluctance, there was not the slightest hesitation in her gaze, much less any attempt to stop him. She gripped Shiheng's hand tightly in return, pressing her fingers against his to convey her feelings without reservation. Her eyes curved, a gentle smile blossomed on her lips, and her voice was soft but utterly firm. "All