Leng Yuan extinguished the kerosene lamp, and the room was plunged into darkness.
A moment later, the sound of Leng Yuan's steady breathing could be heard.
Gu Jiaojiao let out a sigh of relief, but she couldn't sleep.
This secret had been weighing on her heart. She didn't know how to bring it up, and because of it, there had always been a barrier between them.
She thought back on all the little moments they had shared since she'd transmigrated here.
She remembered how she was terrible at farm work, and how Leng Yuan would come help her after finishing his own tasks.
She remembered the time she got lost in the mountains, and how he'd gone looking for her, saving her from a wild boar.
And the time he took her into the mountains to gather Polygonum multiflorum, scaling a dangerous cliff without a second thought.
Every single thing this man did had left a deep impression on Gu Jiaojiao's heart.
She let out a sigh. Staring at the pitch-black ceiling, she suddenly spoke.
