One night, Tao Yu walked home with tired steps, occasionally coughing. She had barely gone far when she saw Yue Linze waiting under a lantern. She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and walked up, holding his hand: “Why are you here?”
“Waiting for you,” Yue Linze smiled.
Tao Yu nodded, holding his hand as they walked into the courtyard: “Why are you waiting for me today?”
“Because… today is Niannian’s birthday,” Yue Linze said, seeing her surprised expression and feeling helpless. “I knew you’d forgotten.”
The rest of the passage continues in this narrative style, exploring their relationship, Tao Yu’s work, and their eventual decision to travel together, emphasizing the importance of cherishing time with loved ones.
★ City Lord is Sick 20
When Yue Linze was about to wake up, he reached out beside him, but caught nothing, his hand falling on the cool pillow. He suddenly sat up, threw off the blanket and rushed down, and only gradually became clear-headed when his feet touched the stone floor.
“How can you walk barefoot on the floor? Isn’t it dirty?” Tao Yu, who had just walked around outside, came back and looked disdainfully at Yue Linze’s foolish appearance.
Yue Linze stared at her for a while before finally smiling. Already in his thirties, with traces of years at the corners of his eyes and forehead, his smile still carried a youthful innocence: “I couldn’t find you, and I was a bit worried.”
“…I’m not a child. What is there to worry about,” Tao Yu looked at him amusedly.
Yue Linze gave a light laugh, not explaining. Every morning without her, he would have a moment of collapse, thinking she had been shot dead by him, thinking they would never meet again in this lifetime, even though their marriage had steadily passed over a decade.
“Hurry and get dressed. Today is the day Nian Nian will take office. We absolutely can’t be late,” Tao Yu said, throwing clothes at him.
Yue Linze looked at the light blue clothing and was somewhat dissatisfied: “I’m already this old. Why am I still wearing such an unstable outfit? Aren’t there any darker colors?”
