The silent night sky, adorned with stars, shone brightly as Ye Jingcheng stepped into the courtyard, the spiritual almonds already hanging heavily from the branches, ready to fall.
A woman in a blue dress was waiting below.
She wore a cyan jade spirit hairpin, with her dark hair coiled up, and two locks of hair resting on her chest, making her appear even more charming and delicate.
Her eyes, like ink dyed with water, were full of life and spirit.
Seeing Ye Jingcheng enter, she held up a basket and said:
"Look, a few spiritual fruits can't wait any longer!"
"Let's pick them all then!" Ye Jingcheng smiled slightly and nodded.
The words of worry he initially planned to say were altogether forgotten when she spoke.
He was not a rigid person; on the contrary, he cherished ordinary and simple days even more.
Cultivation was never about abandoning everything but about cultivating both mind and body simultaneously.
