The cry of the emerald birds rang out from outside the house.
Inside the house, Wen Yiran stopped talking, and Qiao Si was not talkative either. Soon, the room fell into dead silence.
Until the girl in the wheelchair slightly leaned forward.
"The tea rewarded by the palace is indeed excellent."
As the fragrance lingered on her lips and tongue, she passed her empty tea cup towards Qiao Si.
"...May I have another cup?"
This voice pulled Wen Yiran back from her memories to reality.
Xuan Chen arrived an hour later, still in his official clothes. He rushed in anxiously: "Ah Ran."
Even though they were married and Wen Yiran had become his partner, Xuan Chen still could not feel at ease.
He was carefully afraid of losing her.
And Wen Yiran, due to those experiences, had significantly changed. She had become unusually timid.
The couple had already been abandoned by the ravages of time for several years.
Upon seeing him, Wen Yiran quickly got up.
