In early spring, all things are reborn.
For Lingjin City on Qiyun Road, it was a time when a riot of flowers bloomed, each vying for beauty.
Wu Xing and Jin Zheng, having retaken control of the Elders' Court, now sat opposite each other in a pavilion at Book Mountain Court, each drinking their own tea.
Not far away, Chen Yang and Qin Qiu strolled through a sea of flowers. Qin Mo, now a leading pop star, was incessantly singing children's songs to Qin Qiu's pregnant belly.
"Xiaomo, you're so loud," Qin Qiu chided with a laugh.
"Sis, this is prenatal education," Qin Mo said with conviction. "As her aunt, of course I have to be on top of this."
Qin Qiu and Chen Yang exchanged a helpless, knowing smile.
"Ah."
Nearby, Jin Zheng shook his head and let out a long sigh. "Wu Xing, maybe we shouldn't have come."
"Indeed," Wu Xing nodded. "Shall we go, then?"
"Let's go."
As Jin Zheng stood up, he couldn't help but mutter, "That lucky rascal. He's already living the life we envy."
