A family?
He hadn't heard those three words in a long time.
Unconsciously, the moon had risen to the tip of the willow, the water in the copper pot had been replenished three times, and the wine in the jug was almost finished, leaving only a few green plums.
The small courtyard was filled with joy and warmth.
The cold, pale cheeks of Rong Heng were tinged with a flush, and the Gu Lan before him seemed to have multiplied, as if talking to her maid, both laughing, with Wei Chengyuan also chuckling foolishly.
How lively it was.
It had been a long, long time since he had experienced such liveliness.
So long that he was amazed to realize that just three or four people could create such noise and clamor.
Days like these had once existed.
