Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

......

About two hours later, Lin Yu came out of Lilia's room.

Her nightgown was crumpled and rolled up around her waist, and Lin Yu had taken away her stockings, but she felt satisfied at the moment and fell into a deep sleep.

Lin Yu straightened his collar and walked out of the guild gate.

......

Meanwhile, on the other side—

Arya walked to the village entrance and stood under the old tree.

This is the only way to enter and leave the village.

If Lin Yu comes back, he will definitely pass through here.

She leaned against the tree trunk, looking at the end of the road.

The setting sun cast a long shadow of hers on the dirt road, making her look thin and frail.

A gust of wind blew, blowing her hair to the side of her face, with a few stray strands sticking to her cheeks.

She didn't move; she just stood there, looking at the end of the road.

waited for so long.

It was long enough for the sun to slide from the treetops to the mountain ridge, and then from the ridge to the back of the mountain.

The clouds on the horizon changed from orange-red to dark purple, and then from dark purple to gray-blue.

The road ended empty; there was no one in sight, no sound of horses' hooves.

Arya's lips slowly lowered.

She knew she shouldn't wait here, and shouldn't have such expectations.

But what if Lin Yu suddenly turns back?

In the afternoon, a merchant named Holly came to the village and picked up a cartload of potions from Berna.

Those were all made by Lin Yu. Lin Yu is so amazing.

Bell told her that Lin Yu still had 600 bottles of potions left, and no one had come to collect them yet.

Arya had a feeling that Lin Yu would come back to get it, so she stood at the window with a hopeful heart, holding a cloth bag containing clothes in her arms.

At this moment, she lowered her head and stared at the tips of her shoes.

There was a little dust on the shoes, from the dust on the road when I walked here.

She bent down and patted the surface of her shoes to remove the dust.

As she straightened up, she glanced at the end of the road.

It's still empty.

Arya turned around, preparing to walk back.

Just took a step—

Da, da, da.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out.

The sound came from the end of the road, unhurried and clear, especially distinct in the quiet evening.

Arya's fingers tightened suddenly, she turned around, and stared at the end of the road.

At the end of the road, a figure on horseback emerged from the gray-blue twilight.

A black horse, and dark clothes.

The horse wasn't running fast; its hooves pounded rhythmically on the dirt road.

The figure of the person riding on horseback was so familiar that it brought tears to her eyes.

Lin Yu.

Arya's feet were stuck to the ground; she couldn't move.

She watched as the shadow drew closer and became clearer.

His face emerged from the twilight, his features sharp and broad, his hands loosely holding the reins, his posture casual.

Arya's lips moved, as if she wanted to call his name, but the sound got stuck in her throat and wouldn't come out.

Tears fell first.

Lin Yu saw her.

He pulled on the reins, and the horse slowed down, finally stopping a few steps in front of her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Arya didn't answer; tears streamed down her cheeks, drop by drop.

Lin Yu dismounted and walked up to her.

He looked down at her and reached out to wipe away the tears on her face.

Didn't I tell you to get some rest?

Arya shook her head, opened her mouth, and finally managed to squeeze out a sound from her throat:

"You...you're back?"

Lin Yu didn't answer, but reached out and took the cloth bag from her arms, opened it and took a look.

The dark outer robe was folded neatly, its subtle patterns gleaming faintly in the twilight.

He tied the cloth bag and hung it on the horse's back, then reached out and grabbed Arya's waist, lifting her up in his arms.

"Eh—" Arya exclaimed softly as she was placed on the horse's back.

Lin Yu mounted the horse, sat behind her, and reached his arm through her waist to hold the reins.

Her back pressed against his chest, and she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Steady and powerful.

"How could I possibly let down a silly girl who prepared such a surprise for me for so long?"

Lin Yu's lips were close to her ear, and his voice was very low.

Arya's face flushed red.

"How...how did you know?"

"You think I don't know you go to Aunt Martha's to have your clothes sewn every day?"

Arya's ears burned, turning bright red.

"You...you saw it all?"

"Hmm." Lin Yu pulled on the reins, and the horse began to move slowly along the village road.

"I also saw that you pricked your finger with a needle and kept it in your mouth for a long time."

Arya buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled: "You're so mean, you saw it and didn't tell me~"

Was it a pleasant surprise when I told you?

Arya stopped talking, but the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

Tears still clung to her face, but a smile had already spilled from her eyes.

Lin Yu tightened his arms around her, pulling her completely into his embrace.

"The clothes are very well made," he said.

"How do you know it's good if you haven't even tried it?"

"What you did must be good."

Arya blushed even more and buried her face in his chest, refusing to let him see.

The horse walked slowly, its hooves clattering softly in the twilight.

As the last rays of light faded on the horizon, the fields on both sides of the village road turned into dark silhouettes.

In the distance, the lights of Holm village lit up, twinkling in the night.

By the time I got home, it was completely dark.

Lin Yu dismounted first and reached out to help Arya down.

Her legs were a little weak, and she stumbled when she landed, only managing to steady herself by holding onto his arm.

"Are your legs weak?" Lin Yu asked.

"No, I didn't." Arya pushed him away and went to untie the cloth bag on the horse's back.

Lin Yu tied up the horse, took the cloth bag, and pushed open the door to enter the house.

Arya followed behind, closed the door, and lit the oil lamp.

The dim light brightened, flickered in the room, and then settled.

Lin Yu placed the cloth bag on the table, opened it, and took out the outer robe.

The fabric gleamed with a dark luster under the oil lamp, and the subtle patterns were faintly visible in the light.

He unfolded the clothes and glanced at the stitches.

It is dense, even, and every stitch is very steady.

"Try it." Arya stood beside him, twisting the hem of her skirt with her fingers, her eyes fixed on the clothes in his hand.

Lin Yu took off his outer garment and put on the new robe.

The shoulders are just right, neither too wide nor too narrow.

The sleeves were just the right length, reaching the wrist, neither too short nor too long.

The waistline is cinched just right, neither too tight nor too loose.

Arya's eyes lit up, as if the light from an oil lamp had filled them.

"Does it fit?" she asked, her voice strained.

"It fits perfectly." Lin Yu looked down at it, then stretched his shoulders. "It fits very well."

Arya's lips curved into a smile.

She stepped forward, reached out and touched the seam on Lin Yu's shoulder, then touched the dark pattern on his cuffs.

His fingers paused on the fabric, and his thumb rubbed against the stitches.

"I sewed it twice here, just in case it wasn't sturdy enough," she said.

Lin Yu looked down at her.

Arya moved her fingers from his cuffs to his collar, turned it up, and straightened it.

Her face was very close to his, her eyelashes drooping, her lips slightly pursed, and she looked very serious.

"Here..." she pointed to a small patch of lining inside the collar, "I was going to embroider a name here..."

"What name should I embroider?"

"Your name." Arya looked up at Lin Yu, her face slightly flushed.

"I want you to know that I made this dress... just for you."

Lin Yu reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer until their foreheads were pressed together.

"Arya".

"Um."

"You belong to me alone."

Arya's eyelashes trembled, and tears fell again.

But this time she didn't dodge or wipe away the tears; she just let them stream down her cheeks, her lips curving into a smile, her eyes bright.

Say it again.

"You belong to me alone."