The morning mist of Jiuyi Mountain had yet to disperse, with dewdrops hanging on bamboo leaves, poised to fall.
Xu Yuebing gracefully brewed tea, steam swirling around, yet her gaze never left the white-clad figure standing by the window.
For three months, ever since Ye Qingzhou returned from the Western Pole Kingdom, she had been waking up from nightmares every night, fearing the moment she'd open her eyes and realize her husband's return was merely a hallucination born of longing.
"Qingzhou, the tea is ready."
She called softly, her voice carrying a hint of caution, as if afraid of disturbing something.
Ye Qingzhou turned around, the sword mark left from the battle with the Blood God between his brows had faded, but the depth of his eyes had grown deeper. He walked to his wife's side, gently brushing her dark circles with his fingertips.
"These days, I've made you worry."
Unexpectedly, Xu Yuebing's tears fell, striking the tea tray and splashing tiny droplets.
