Looking at her smiling face, unchanged through decades.
He suddenly remembered that spring years ago, when the wind was piercingly cold and the sharp chill of the stones on the ground soaked straight into his bones.
It seemed he could still recall the helplessness of his blood slowly growing cold back then, when he used up the very last of his strength to crawl out of that cave, and what little energy he had left was only enough to roll onto his back.
Spread-eagled, his vision blurred by blood and tears, staring up at the sky framed with red silk.
At that time, all he was thinking was whether this light piercing through the clouds could warm his bones.
Helpless and miserable as he was then, longing just to catch one last glimpse of Yue Niang, how could he have ever imagined there would be a today.
His beloved was right before his eyes; he had only to reach out to touch those eyes that reflected only him, to stroke her dark, silky hair, and to listen to her soft, gentle words...
Perhaps the gods of Longevity favored him after all.
The next day.
Black Glasses got up early. Yue Niang only opened her lips in a soft smile and slowly opened her eyes after he had crept out of bed, tucked the blanket around her once more, and quietly washed up before closing the door softly behind him as he left.
She sat up, smoothed her loose hair, pulled open all the blackout curtains, and then went back to bed to flip through the unread book on the nightstand.
That man would grumble with his mout…
Chapter 891