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The high heels clicked crisply on the polished wooden floor, echoing through the spacious room.

Li Yitong quietly surveyed every corner, her gaze sweeping over each inch.

She was silent at first, but as her gaze shifted, she gradually opened up and started talking.

She couldn't help but share the blueprint in her mind with Shen Mo.

"here."

She pointed to a spacious area on the right-hand side of the entrance, her voice filled with excited planning.

"I want to make a semi-open tea table, using old ship wood; the texture is exceptionally good!"

"The entire back wall will be converted into display shelves, instead of displaying fake antiques."

"I'll just put out tea sets and tea canisters I've collected from various places..."

She spoke as she walked inside.

Shen Mo followed half a step behind her, silently keeping her company.

My eyes followed her figure as I listened quietly to her rambling.

"By this window."

She walked to a row of long windows and gestured to the names.

"We should put two or three low couches with small tea tables, so we can look out over Houhai Lake, drink tea, and daydream here..."

"The curtains should be made of light, moon-white gauze; they'll flutter in the breeze, it'll look absolutely beautiful..."

She walked to the center of the hall, spun around in place, and gracefully extended her arms in an arc.

"Here! This is the core area; the floor retains its original wood color."

"You can set up cushions and a low table to serve as a tea ceremony."

"For small gatherings or... when we want to dance, we just move the tables and chairs aside, and this becomes our stage!"

Her eyes shone as she spoke, her cheeks flushed with excitement, and she kept turning to look at Shen Mo.

What do you think?

Shen Mo kept his eyes on her, and when she looked over, he gave her a brief, affirmative response.

"Great." "I'll listen to you." "That's a good idea."

His words were simple, but the focus and support in his eyes reassured Li Yitong more than any flowery praise.

She arranged almost every corner of the entire hall meticulously.

She even had a idea of ​​what kind of green plant to put at the entrance to the bathroom.

Finally, she walked to the very front of the hall, where the best lake view was located, and it was currently empty.

She stopped, turned around, and faced Shen Mo, who had been silently following her.

The excitement and elation on his face from planning gradually subsided, replaced by a gentler, more solemn expression.

She looked at Shen Mo, pointed to the steps in front of her, a gentle smile curving her lips, and her voice softened.

"Shen Mo, sit here."

Shen Mo did as instructed and sat down on the open ground.

He casually bent his long legs and looked up at her.

Li Yitong took a deep breath, looked down at the slightly formal dress and high heels she was wearing for her birthday party, and frowned slightly.

Immediately, she bent down deftly, took off her high heels, and gently kicked them aside.

Barefoot on the cool wooden floor.

She raised her head and met Shen Mo's gaze, her crescent-shaped eyes sparkling with a mixture of shyness, courage, and utmost sincerity.

"You said this is a dance teahouse."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it resonated clearly in the empty tea room.

"Then... let me dance the first dance of 'Snow Lodge' for you."

There was no music, no fancy clothes, only the shimmering water outside the window and the whispering night breeze as accompaniment.

She closed her eyes slightly, adjusted her breathing, and when she opened them again, her eyes were different.

She raised her arms, lightly touched the ground with her toes, and stretched out her body.

There are no complicated arrangements, no difficult techniques, just a slow dance following one's heart and the surging emotions in one's chest.

The arm extends gently, as if to touch an invisible melody.

Her waist twisted and turned, carrying the charm of Qilu Yangge, yet adding a touch of tenderness.

She spun around in place, her skirt rippling, her hair brushing against her cheek.

The dance moves were fluid and natural, carrying a sense of outpouring.

The lamplight outlined her slender figure, and her bare feet made a soft rhythm as she walked.

She would occasionally look up at him sitting on the ground, her eyes sparkling, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Sometimes she would immerse herself in her own world, a happy wistfulness in her eyes.

Shen Mo sat quietly, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes reflecting the spirit who danced for him.

He saw the joy in her dance, the gratitude, the dependence, and the deep, unspoken longing hidden within.

At the end of the dance, Li Yitong concluded with a gentle bow.

She maintained her final posture, head bowed, her chest rising and falling gently.

In the spacious tea room, it was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.

A moment later, she straightened up, her face flushed from exercise and a little embarrassed.

She walked up to Shen Mo, squatted down, and looked him in the eye.

"How was the opening performance at 'Xuelu'? Is Mr. Shen satisfied?"

She asked in a deliberately casual tone.

Trying to defuse the overly thick emotions in the air.

But her slightly trembling voice betrayed her nervousness.

Shen Mo did not answer immediately; he simply extended his hand.

Gently wipe away the fine beads of sweat that had seeped from the tip of her nose as she danced with your fingertips.

The movements were gentle and respectful.

"nice."

His deep voice carried an undeniable seriousness.

"More beautiful than ever."

Li Yitong's heart felt as if it had been gently lifted by those words and placed on the softest cloud.

She looked at him and smiled.

Those crescent-shaped eyes curved into the sweetest arc, and all the pretense of strength quietly melted away at that moment.

She reached out and grasped his hand before he could pull it back.

She gently pressed her cheek against his palm, like a cat that had finally found its home.

"Then come to 'Xuelu' if you want to see it in the future."

She raised her eyelids, her eyes reflecting the moonlight, clearly showing his silhouette.

"You are my only audience."

Shen Mo's fingertips twitched slightly in her palm, and he wrapped his hand around hers.

Li Yitong was enjoying this moment of tenderness when a question that had been lingering in her mind suddenly came to mind.

She gently shook their clasped hands, her tone filled with curiosity and inquiry.

"By the way, when did you secretly set up this teahouse? You did it so fast!"

It's only been a little over three months since I was reborn.

He not only has to deal with financial markets, set up companies, and make movies.

They even completed the site selection, renovation, and registration quietly.

Upon hearing this, Shen Mo remained silent for a few seconds before his gaze returned to her face, which was filled with curiosity.

"From the moment I knew you were coming back too."

The smile on Li Yitong's face froze instantly.

It felt like my heart was being gently squeezed by an invisible hand.

When was that?

It was under that ginkgo tree at the Beijing Dance Academy after their rebirth, when they were still confused and uneasy about the future!

While she was still immersed in the fear and loneliness of rebirth, and he was still facing the pressure of making huge strategic moves in the financial market, he had already...

They've already started building this dream called "Snow Lodge" for her?

He didn't give this compensation after he had achieved success and fame; it was at the very beginning, when everything was still unclear and the future was uncertain.

He resolutely and without hesitation built this safe haven for her.

The impact of this realization is far stronger and deeper than the previous statement, "I'll take care of you."

It was not just an expensive gift, but also a silent declaration.

No matter what the future holds, from the moment he confirmed her presence, she was already part of his plan.

Li Yitong opened her mouth, but found that her throat was blocked by something, and she couldn't say a word.

A strong, aching sensation welled up in my nose, and my vision quickly blurred.

She quickly lowered her head, not wanting him to see the tears that instantly welled up in her eyes.

She gripped his hand tightly, even more firmly, her nails almost digging into his skin.

Shen Mo felt the strength in her hand and her trembling, and silently reached out his other arm to gently pull her into his embrace.