At the peak of Chengdao, Han Li and Lu Yuan were nestled together, admiring the sunset on the horizon.
The golden twilight embraced the couple, who seemed to be a match made by heaven itself.
It had only been a few days since Han Li wed Lu Yuan, but it felt to him like dozens or even hundreds of days had passed.
There is a saying: "Tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrows there are. I wait for tomorrow, and all things are delayed."
Han Li never wasted time; day after day, he toiled diligently, tending to his garden, often cultivating the soil, planting seeds, watering, and fertilizing, to make the flowers bloom and the beauty vie for attention.
"Husband~"
Nestled in Han Li's arms, Lu Yuan looked up at Han Li with a hint of confusion in her eyes and softly called out to him.
"What's wrong, Yuan'er?"
Han Li slightly bowed his head, gazing at the flawless visage of the exquisite beauty in his arms, his handsome, jade-like face adorned with a faint smile.
