The silk-cotton tree couldn't hide the clear moonlight that fell into the yard, where Ji Yun, who was clearing debris from the roof tiles, felt a cool breeze pass by, accompanied by an unknown fragrance from the alleys, a full sense of humanity's hustle and bustle suddenly made Ji Yun understand why Nan Mengqian insisted on buying this place.
It was indeed unique; raising a kitten, holding it while sitting in the yard's rocking chair on sunny, breezy days, leaving the wooden door half-open, and watching passersby and travelers walking freely past the house, brewing a cup of white tea with a lingering sweetness, you could daydream all day long.
All of a sudden, growing old in such a small courtyard didn't seem scary anymore.
Years, houses, and people will all age, but this quiet sense of happiness will not fade.
After breakfast, Ji Yun began to work diligently.
