Xu Shushu walked out of Xu Haitao’s house, strolling leisurely down the familiar village paths toward his own home.
The afterglow of the setting sun draped across the land, enveloping the entire Xu Village in a golden veil, quiet and peaceful. By the time Xu Shushu reached home, the courtyard was silent, save for the faint clatter of pots and pans coming from the direction of the kitchen.
He stepped into the kitchen to find Li Xiurong standing before the stove, skillfully stir-frying vegetables. The glow from the hearth reflected on her face, casting a warm light. Hearing footsteps, Li Xiurong turned, glanced at him, and smiled.
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