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

Arya's steps were much lighter as she left Aunt Martha's house than when she arrived.

The basket contained several pieces of dark gray fabric, neatly stacked.

She walked and thought.

I need to find the needle when I get back; I didn't put it away properly after using it last time, and I don't know where I put it.

I do have the thread; I bought it in town last time, and I haven't opened it yet.

And the scissors need sharpening; they're a bit dull.

She went through each item in her mind, like making a list.

She paused when she reached the tree at the village entrance.

There were several elderly people enjoying the cool shade under the trees. When they saw her, one of them spoke up.

"Arya, what brings you out today?"

Arya smiled and said, "Let's go to Aunt Martha's house for a visit."

"Oh." The old man nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Arya continued walking forward.

Once you leave the village, fields stretch out along the roadside.

The wheat has already sprouted ears, a lush green expanse that ripples in the wind.

She walked along the ridge of the field, her skirt brushing against the roadside weeds and getting wet with dew.

The light blue skirt shimmered softly in the sunlight.

This is the one Lin Yu bought for her.

She wore it specially today.

As she walked, she could feel the weight of her skirt, which swayed gently with each step.

The fabric clung to my calves, smooth and cool.

The fabric clung snugly to her chest, revealing her collarbone and a small patch of skin at the neckline, which felt warm and cozy in the sunlight.

Arya looked down at herself and smiled slightly.

She hadn't paid this much attention to her clothes in a long time.

I used to live alone, so it didn't matter what I wore.

Coarse cloth clothes, gray or black, whatever is convenient.

Things are different now; there's someone else in the family.

She didn't want him to see her looking disheveled.

After walking for a while, Arya slowed down.

My mind started wandering back to Lin Yu.

He went to Bell's place today, saying he was going to make medicine, and he won't be back until tonight.

Bell...

Arya bit her lip.

That woman was tall, had a good figure, was an adventurer, and had seen the world.

Moreover, he was very close to Lin Yu.

Although Lin Yu went to refine medicine, although he had important business to attend to, although...

But I still care a little.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to banish the thought.

Lin Yu treated her very well, giving her gifts, helping her with chores, and talking to her.

And... the way he looked at her was so tender.

Arya never intended to possess Lin Yu alone, but after giving him everything last night...

Arya had already considered Lin Yu as her husband in her heart.

Arya's face flushed again at the thought.

She quickened her pace, almost fleeing as she walked home.

I pushed open the door, and the room was empty.

The fire in the heater had gone out, and the room was a bit chilly.

Arya placed the basket on the table, took out the fabric, spread it out on the table, and examined it.

The material is dark gray and feels very soft to the touch, not the rough linen kind.

Lin Yu would look good in it.

She imagined what Lin Yu would look like wearing that shirt.

The shoulders were taut, the waist was tucked in, and the sleeves were rolled up to the forearms.

He is tall, and wearing dark colors makes him look even more upright.

Arya smiled, pursed her lips, put the fabric away, and turned to rummage through the sewing kit in the cabinet.

After searching for a long time, I found the sewing kit at the very bottom of the cabinet, under a pile of old fabric.

She took it out and opened it; the needle inside was rusty.

She took the needle out and wiped it with a cloth, but it still didn't work; the rust couldn't be removed.

Before going to Aunt Martha's tomorrow, I need to go to the general store to buy some new needles.

There's also some thread; the one I bought last time was white, which isn't suitable for dark-colored clothes.

You should buy gray or black.

She mentally reviewed what she needed, then folded the fabric and put it in the closet.

They hid it well, afraid that Lin Yu might suddenly come back and see it.

Although he wouldn't rummage through her closet, he still felt more at ease hiding it away.

After hiding the fabric, Arya sat at the table, resting her chin on her hand.

The room was quiet; you could hear the wind blowing through the eaves outside the window.

She remembered that Lin Yu sat like this on his first day.

The two people faced each other, knee to knee, drinking soup and talking.

In the kitchen, he washed the dishes, she wiped them, their arms touching, their fingers touching.

He massaged her waist, kneaded her shoulders, pressed her legs, and rubbed her feet.

She lay on his lap and let him clean her ears.

His fingers ran through her hair, his palms warm against her scalp.

Arya blushed again.

She buried her face in her hands and gave a muffled laugh.

After laughing, I felt silly.

She's thirty years old, but she still acts like a little girl.

She lowered her hand, took a deep breath, and stood up.

I can't just sit and think; I need to find something to do.

Arya then picked up a broom and began sweeping the floor, cleaning the house from the inside out.

After sweeping the floor, I wiped the table, the windowsill, and even dusted the cabinet.

I folded the blanket again, even though I had already folded it in the morning.

After doing all this, she stood in the middle of the room and looked around.

I still feel empty, like someone is missing, the most important person.

Normally, she wouldn't feel anything unusual about being home alone at this time.

Eat, work, daydream, sleep.

Another day has passed.

But things are different now.

When Lin Yu was there, the room was warm and cozy.

Even if we don't talk and just do our own thing, we feel at ease.

As soon as Lin Yu stepped out, the house became empty and desolate.

Arya walked to the window and opened it.

The sun was already setting in the west, turning the sky orange-red.

In the distance, a blurry figure can be seen on the village road.

She squinted at it, and her heart skipped a beat.

But it wasn't Lin Yu who came; it was the aunt from next door who came back in an oxcart.

Arya closed the window and sat down at the table.

I took out the pieces of fabric and the sewing kit from the cabinet and started trying to sew.

The first injection went astray.

She dismantled it and started over.

The second injection was a little better, but it was still crooked.

She sighed and picked up the fabric to examine it.

The stitches were of varying sizes, some dense and some sparse, and the loose threads were not properly concealed, sticking out.

If Lin Yu wore this outfit out, people would immediately know it was made by a novice.

She bit her lip, took it apart again, and started practicing again.

......

On the other side, El Village—

Bell's hands didn't stop.

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