The night is as cool as water, the gentle breeze caresses, and the sound of insects chirping echoes through the mountains and fields.
Under the apricot tree, the white Moonlight Stone emits a tranquil glow, also illuminating the hem of the cyan skirt.
Snap!
Snap!
The small iron knife carves on the wooden sword, producing a pleasant sound.
Before long, a delicate face turns around.
They also see a handsome face, just as it is pushing open the courtyard door.
This person is none other than Ye Jingcheng, who returned from the Assembly Hall.
"Didn't disturb you, did I?" Ye Jingcheng smiles softly.
Chu Yanqing also smiles:
"Of course, you did. This wooden sword for your child might end up looking ugly. Be careful, he might poke you with it one day!"
Faced with Chu Yanqing's words, Ye Jingcheng embraces Chu Yanqing.
Almost four years of cultivation also meant four years of separation.
