The Unmoving Bride

Before them was a vast expanse of green land, a small stream flowing by, a wooden cabin in the middle, a small pond beside the cabin where water was channeled from the stream, and a miniature windmill creating an artificial waterfall. Behind the cabin, there were several trellises, currently empty but soon to be covered in vines. “How did you know?” Yan Xinmeng asked, looking at Shang Bieye. “Your drawings,” Shang Bieye took her hand, “That day at the back mountain of Black Fortress, you told me about your dream house. I took your drawings to Aunt Qian, asked her to find some workers to clear the land and build this cabin and trellises.” “You remembered everything I said that day when I was half-asleep?” “I remember every word you say,” Shang Bieye kissed her forehead, “I keep them in my heart.” “So, you’ve been away from Black Fortress to work on this?” “Yes,” Shang Bieye smiled and nodded. Yan Xinmeng was deeply moved; she had always dreamed of building a home with someone she loved, but in her past life, she hadn’t even found a lover before she died, and in this life, she never thought it would be possible. “Will we live here?” Yan Xinmeng asked hesitantly, knowing Shang Bieye was the eldest son of the Shang family, responsible for his parents and the family business. “Yes, but not permanently,” Shang Bieye understood her hesitation, “But don’t worry, I’ve also sent your drawings back home by courier, asked them to buy some land nearby and build according to your design.” “Thank you, Big Brother!” Yan Xinmeng hugged him of her own accord. “Silly dreamer!” Shang Bieye affectionately ruffled her hair.