Xiong Shan and his wife set up a cradle in the Peach Forest, with a windmill mounted on it. As long as the skies were clear and sunny, they would place Beng Beng in the cradle, letting the gentle wind from the Peach Forest gently sway it.
This way of connecting really is quite strong.
But it also aligns with the couple's usual standards.
After burning a few sheets of paper and saying he'd be going far away, Li Zhiyuan went back to sleep.
The next morning, waking up in bed, he turned his head.
On the chair by the door sat an exquisite silhouette.
On the morning terrace, Li Zhiyuan played chess with Alii.
They played until Aunt Liu's voice called from downstairs: "Breakfast is ready!"
In a trance, it felt like time had flowed backward, as if he had returned to the past, with nothing having changed.
But the girl before him had grown taller, becoming more refined and dignified.
