The sound of faint murmuring reached her ears, occasionally mixed with the rustle of leaves in the wind.
The dry firewood crackled as it burned, the firelight seemed to dance in front of her eyes, highlighting the apples hanging on the trees with a vivid red that made one swallow involuntarily, yet in reality, no one dared to pick them.
The surroundings were bustling, yet Su Ruan felt empty inside, her body quiet to the point of being eerie.
Her eyelashes fluttered lightly as she tightened her grip on the bow and arrow in her hand.
Amidst the uncertain shadows, a low breathing sound seemed to come to her ears.
Su Ruan's eyes narrowed slightly as she turned her head to look over, but before she could speak, she was enveloped in a familiar and warm embrace.
"Don't worry, baby, it's me,"
It was Lu Shinian.
The once empty heart suddenly felt full.
