In the Nine State College's Herb Garden, it was quiet as always.
In the yard that Ye Futian had once lived in, a figure lay quietly on the bed, breathing regularly. Beside him, a figure sat watching his handsome face.
The person sitting also had a beautiful face. It could even be called exquisite. Her eyes were like stars, but there was a tinge of sadness in its brilliance. There was a gentle smile on her face as her slim fingers slid across his handsome face. The tender movements contained countless happy memories.
On the last day of the 9999th year of the Divine Prefecture Calendar, they had held hands and gotten together. Now, they had spent about 14 years together. His face was still as good-looking, but compared to his past juvenile-looking self, there were traces of maturity on it now. Of course, more of it was from the heavy responsibilities that he had taken up.
