The sun wasn't out in Shen City, and the sky looked overcast, like it was draped in a layer of gray muslin.
Next to the log cabin, the seeds scattered in the vegetable patch had sprouted, appearing delightfully fresh and lush in their neat little beds, a sight so charming it made one's heart swell with joy.
Chi Yue cherished the labor of her family greatly and was exceedingly careful when watering, afraid to harm the delicate seedlings with too much force. Not far from the cabin, wisps of cooking smoke rose into the air, signaling Yu Feng was preparing a meal. Chi Yan sat atop the embankment, a dog's-tail grass with seeds clenched between her teeth, staring into the sky, lost in thought.
Time was serene, and in its stillness, life took on a different meaning.
When Qiao Dongyang came over with a bucket of water, Chi Yue was squatting and carefully observing her chicken feather vegetable sprouts.
"What are you looking at so intently?" he asked.
