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The next morning.

The snowstorm finally stopped, and a bright red sun rose from the horizon, illuminating the entire snow-covered town with dazzling light.

Jiang Ye got up early, put on his heavy cycling gear, and went downstairs with his helmet.

In the tavern's main hall, Shen Qinghan had already lit the stove and was busy preparing breakfast behind the bar. Seeing Jiang Ye come down, she stopped what she was doing, brought out a bowl of steaming hot dumpling soup and two steamed buns, and placed them on the table.

"Eat something hot before you go, it's cold on the road." Shen Qinghan's voice was calm, without the excitement and vulnerability she had shown last night.

Jiang Ye didn't stand on ceremony and sat down to eat his breakfast in big mouthfuls.

After finishing his meal, Jiang Ye walked to the bar, took out a stack of hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, and placed them on the table.

"This covers the cost of accommodation and meals."

Shen Qinghan looked at the stack of money, shook his head, and pushed the money back.

"No need, consider it my treat." Shen Qinghan looked up at Jiang Ye, a relieved smile appearing on her lips. "Jiang Ye, have a safe trip. Take care."

Jiang Ye looked at the completely transformed woman before him and sighed silently. He didn't insist any further, put away the money, picked up his helmet, and turned to leave the tavern.

With a deep rumble, the BMW Globemaster III left two deep ruts in the snow and gradually disappeared into the birch forest at the edge of the town.

After leaving the town, Jiang Ye continued cycling north.

The further north you go, the lower the temperature gets, and the fewer people there are. The roadsides are all covered in a white expanse, as if the whole world has been frozen in ice and snow.

After two days of arduous travel, Jiang Ye finally arrived at Mohe, the northernmost point of China.

It was late at night.

Jiang Ye stood alone on the frozen banks of the Heilongjiang River.

A thick layer of ice covered the river, and the cold wind stung my face like knives. The surroundings were eerily quiet, save for the mournful sound of the wind whistling through the trees.

Jiang Ye looked up at the deep night sky above him.

Sudden.

In the pitch-black night sky, a dazzling, eerie green light suddenly appeared without warning.

aurora!

The light was initially just a thin band, but soon it seemed to come alive, dancing wildly in the sky.

The emerald green light constantly changed into various incredible shapes, sometimes like a giant veil fluttering in the wind, sometimes like a blooming green lotus, and sometimes like a meteor shower, illuminating the entire icy world as if it were a fairyland.

Jiang Ye was completely stunned by the awe-inspiring cosmic spectacle before him.

He stood on the ice, head tilted back, eyes fixed on the ever-changing aurora borealis in the sky.

At that moment, he felt so small and the universe so vast.

As Jiang Ye watched, a sudden and profound realization dawned on him.

It was as if a lightning bolt had cleaved through the fog in his mind, and he finally understood the ultimate meaning of the "Cloud Wilderness Realm".

What exactly is the Cloud Wilderness Realm?

It is not a cultural and tourism town built with money and reinforced concrete, nor is it a virtual social software used to attract traffic, nor is it some kind of utopia to escape reality.

It is a state of mind.

A power that allows one to maintain inner purity and tranquility even after experiencing all the world's splendor, betrayal, pain, despair, and battles.

As long as the heart has a place to belong, as long as the soul no longer wanders, then everywhere is the realm of Yunhuang.

His belonging, his Cloud Wilderness Realm, has always belonged to that woman named Han Qingru.

It was Han Qingru who gave him a home when he was at his lowest point; it was Han Qingru who gave him unconditional tolerance and support when he was most confused; and it was also Han Qingru who, with her gentle and tender love, gradually soothed the wounds in his heart.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ye's heart began to pound.

An unprecedented and intense longing surged into his heart like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming him.

He misses Han Qingru terribly right now.

He missed the faint scent of her shampoo, the braised pork she made, and the feeling of security he had when she leaned against him.

The epiphany under the aurora allowed Jiang Ye to completely let go of all his obsessions and confusion.

He has only one thought in his mind right now: to go home!

Go back to Han Qingru's side!

Jiang Ye didn't even stay in Mohe for a minute longer.

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately turned around and ran to the motorcycle parked on the shore, mounted his BMW GS, turned the car around, and began his crazy return journey.

On the way back, Jiang Ye pushed the performance of this heavy motorcycle to its limit.

On the snow-covered national highways, on the winding mountain roads, and on the straight expressways, he sped along like a black lightning bolt.

When he was hungry, he would hold the handlebars with one hand, take out two mouthfuls of dry food from his pocket, and stuff them into his mouth haphazardly; when he was sleepy, he would stop by the roadside, gulp down a few mouthfuls of strong coffee, wash his face with cold water, and then continue on his way.

He traveled almost non-stop.

The wind howled in his ears, and the cold rain and snow lashed against his body, but a burning flame burned in Jiang Ye's heart.

He couldn't wait to see that gentle woman.

He wanted to hold her tightly in his arms and tell her loudly that he would never leave her again, that he had found his own Cloud Wasteland.

After three days and three nights of crazy cycling.

Jiang Ye finally arrived at the old house in the countryside of Hanzhou late at night on the fourth day.

It was already 3 a.m.

The entire village fell asleep, all around was quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog.

Jiang Ye parked his motorcycle on the dirt road outside the yard and turned off the engine. He walked quietly to the gate and gently pushed open the familiar wooden door.

The courtyard was quiet.

However, when Jiang Ye raised his head and looked at the eaves of the old house, he was instantly stunned.

An indescribable shock and warmth struck his heart.

Under the eaves of the old house, a dim, ever-burning lamp was shining!

It was an old-fashioned windproof kerosene lamp, hanging on an iron hook under the eaves. The dim light swayed slightly in the night breeze, emitting a soft and warm glow.

This lamp is like a silent guardian, quietly waiting for the footsteps of those returning home in the pitch-black night.

Jiang Ye's eyes instantly welled up with tears, and his vision became somewhat blurred.

He knew better than anyone else that Han Qingru had left the light on for him.

No matter how far he goes, no matter where he wanders, no matter when he returns, this light will always be on for him, guiding him home.

Jiang Ye took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart.

He pushed open the door to the main room and tiptoed into the bedroom.

By the faint moonlight streaming through the window, Jiang Ye saw Han Qingru curled up on the bed, fast asleep.

She was covered with a thin blanket, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was still worrying about the man who was far away in her dream.

Jiang Ye did not wake her up immediately.

He took off his cycling clothes, which were covered in dust and mud, went into the bathroom, and took a hot shower as quickly as possible to wash away all the cold and fatigue.

After drying himself off, Jiang Ye tiptoed to the bedside, lifted a corner of the blanket, and slipped into the warm quilt.

He stretched out his arms and hugged Han Qingru tightly from behind.