When Han Yu was brought to a small garden by a young cultivator, Xiao Shui was half-reclining in a deck chair, squinting at the sky.
Upon seeing Han Yu arrive, Xiao Shui greeted him with a smile and pointed to another empty deck chair beside him, laughing as he said.
"Today isn't suitable for tea, mind lying down together for a while?"
Han Yu chuckled without saying a word and directly lay down on the other chair.
"In the past, when I had nothing to do, I loved to move a chair here and lie down for a bit."
Xiao Shui squinted his eyes, letting the sun slightly seep into his gaze, feeling a warm and gentle sensation like the first time a spark burned in his heart.
Han Yu just smiled; there had been a chair standing here, and someone had been lying on it.
This was once the small garden where Xiao Shui lived, the only place in the Xiao Mansion that hadn't changed much.
