Chapter 212

Those questions, those questions about that heart, it wasn’t that Jiang Younian didn’t want to ask. It was just that everything here was too wonderful. So wonderful that he couldn’t bear to break the spell. Jiang Younian vaguely sensed that the answer would likely not make him happy. So, he chose not to know. He simply enjoyed everything here with peace of mind. The following days were spent according to Xie Nanzhou’s arrangements. They went to the cherry orchard outside the village to pick cherries and to the grassy slopes behind the hills to eat wild raspberries, always accompanied by the village children. Jiang Younian learned to mimic the children, lying on the ground to eat, much like a cow grazing in a field. Laughter rippled through the valley. Xie Nanzhou didn’t join in; he would sit on a large rock nearby, watching Jiang Younian’s childlike antics with a soft, bowed-head smile. Every day they played until they were exhausted before heading home. Every day, Xie Nanzhou cooked, and Jiang Younian sat obediently by the stove, tending the fire. There were no delicacies, only simple, rustic fare. Yet, it was so peaceful that it put one’s heart at ease.