A Tacit Understanding

The door to the master bedroom was gently closed, and as the lingering fragrance from Aemeath's departure subsided, the room returned to silence.

Lu Yan sat alone on the messy bed, the smile on his face gradually fading, and his originally gentle eyes becoming increasingly deep.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm.

In the dream of Royan Frostlands, these hands were made of pure Frequency, and even transformed into countless golden specks of light in the final moment.

But now, these hands have real warmth, and the lines on the palms are clearly visible.

He threw back the covers, slipped on his slippers, and went into the bathroom.

Lu Yan turned on the tap, scooped up a handful of cold tap water, and splashed it on his face.

Water droplets dripped down his straight nose and strong jawline.

The cool touch cleared his head.

I braced my hands on the edge of the sink, looked up, and quietly gazed at myself in the mirror.

The stray hairs on her forehead were damp, and water droplets slid down her eyelashes.

"It's not a dream... it's definitely not a dream," Lu Yan told himself with absolute certainty.

While the idea of rescuing someone across time and dimensions is utterly fantastical, I've already witnessed something as absurd as Aemeath crossing dimensions to come to my side, so what else is impossible?

More importantly, it was Aemeath's reaction just now.

He knew Aemeath too well.

Although Aemeath sometimes acts spoiled and willful, deliberately teasing him, deep down she's always been someone who likes to take responsibility for things herself.

If it really was just a bizarre dream, given her personality, she would definitely go along with his words and make silly jokes, such as laughing and saying, "So you subconsciously think of me when I was a child," or coaxing him to tell her more details about the dream.

But she didn't.

Upon hearing the words "Rover," "Glimmering Lakeside Lodge," and "drowning," her body stiffened momentarily as she lay against his chest.

Her hasty denials, her suddenly raised tone, and that somewhat forced smile all revealed a panicked attempt to cover up her true feelings.

"Little Aemeath definitely knows something," Lu Yan muttered to himself, looking in the mirror.

Aemeath remembers everything that happened in the past, and she remembers me holding her tightly in the wind and snow.

But why did she try so hard to hide it?

Lu Yan closed his eyes, and the image of Little Aemeath's tearful, reluctant gaze as his body gradually became transparent and dissipated at the end of the dream resurfaced in his mind.

"Is it because you're afraid of change?"

Lu Yan took a deep breath, seemingly having figured out the key to the matter.

If the Little Aemeath he embraced is the Aemeath who later crossed dimensions to find him, then this past is the foundation upon which they are able to meet now.

For Aemeath now, with the perfect ending already achieved, how could she dare to risk even the slightest possibility of spoiling the whole thing?

She would rather keep the secret of having seen him locked away in her heart forever than disturb his current thoughts.

"This silly girl..." Lu Yan opened his eyes, his eyes filled with helpless heartache.

Since she chose to keep it a secret and carefully protect this hard-won present, he absolutely must not expose her secret.

But that doesn't mean he'll stand idly by.

"If that's not just a dream..." Lu Yan's eyes became incredibly determined.

If that's the case, since we can go once, we can definitely go a second time.

Now that he's been drawn into her past in this peculiar way, he has to figure out why Aemeath came to him. Maybe he can change something.

Lu Yan wiped the water off his face, dried himself with a towel, and turned to walk out of the bathroom.

As you walk down the hallway, you can already hear the soft sizzling sounds and smell the aroma of food coming from the kitchen.

Lu Yan slowed his pace and leaned quietly against the kitchen door frame, watching the figure busy at the counter.

Aemeath was skillfully flipping the fried eggs in the pan with a spatula, the edges of which were fried to a golden brown and crispy, emitting an enticing aroma.

Lu Yan did not interrupt her, but simply gazed at her quietly.

Aemeath turned off the gas stove, placed two perfectly sunny-side-up eggs on a porcelain plate, and added a few slices of crispy fried bacon.

As soon as she turned her head, she met Lu Yan's affectionate gaze.

"Ah!"

Aemeath was startled, her shoulders hunched slightly, then she gave him a playful glare, "Why do you walk so quietly?"

Lu Yan chuckled, walked to her side, and took the plate from her hand.

"I just came out. I saw my Little Aemeath cooking and she looked so charming that I didn't have the heart to interrupt." Lu Yan lowered his head and kissed the tip of her nose.

"It smells delicious," he said.

Aemeath, and feigning composure, she gently pushed Lu Yan's arm away.

"Stop talking nonsense and take the plate out. I've already heated the milk; it's on the table."

"Yes, ma'am." The two walked to the dining table one after the other and sat down facing each other.

A simple Western-style breakfast, two steaming glasses of milk, and the cheerful chirping of magpies coming from outside the courtyard create a heartwarming scene.

However, beneath this warmth, a subtle understanding flows.

Aemeath picked up her chopsticks and ate her fried egg, but her gaze never lingered on Lu Yan as usual.

She seemed to be trying her best to maintain a normal atmosphere, afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would accidentally steer the conversation back to that dream.

Lu Yan took in all her subtle movements.

He simply picked up the milk in front of him, took a small sip, and then spoke in a casual, conversational tone:

"The weather's nice today. After dinner, where would you like to go for a walk? Or, shall we play games at home?"

Aemeath breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Lu Yan initiate a casual conversation.

Her tense shoulders finally relaxed, and she raised her head, her beautiful eyes regaining their sparkle.

"Hmm, I don't want to go out today," Aemeath said, taking a small bite of bacon, her words muffled. "I'll just stay home."