Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

Lu Ze woke up before dawn.

Fu Xuan was still asleep, his flat stomach rising and falling slightly with his breathing. He was curled up beside him, one hand still around his waist.

Lu Ze gently moved her hand away, tucked the blanket back in, got out of bed, and put on his clothes.

When I left the room, the living room lights were still on.

The dishes on the table were left untouched, and the eyes of the steamed sea bass gleamed eerily in the cooled broth.

Lu Ze gave a wry smile and shook his head.

While bending down to clear the dishes, she rubbed her aching back—the stamina of these people from the Immortal Ship was indeed well-deserved.

In the kitchen, he disposed of the leftovers from last night, then turned the stove back on and heated up the angelica chicken soup, planning to make a bowl of chicken noodle soup for breakfast later.

After finishing all this, he washed his hands and stood in the center of the living room, looking around the house he hadn't returned to in thirty years.

The furnishings were almost exactly the same as when he left.

He walked to the door of his old room, pushed it open, and found everything inside as usual, with the bed neatly made, suggesting that Fu Xuan often cleaned it.

Looking at the room's furnishings, he recalled the scene of Fu Xuan sitting on the edge of this bed, feeding him spoonful by spoonful, and a smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

Just as he was reminiscing about the past, Fu Xuan appeared at the door.

She casually threw on a nightgown, the neckline askew and open, probably because she woke up and didn't see Lu Ze, so she hurriedly put on some clothes and came out.

"You're not planning to leave without saying goodbye again, are you?" Fu Xuan's cheeks were flushed with a healthy rosy glow from being moisturized, but his eyes were full of reproach.

Lu Ze turned around and saw her. He quickly walked over and pulled her into his arms.

"How could that be?"

"Hey, didn't you have enough fun last night?" Fu Xuan punched his chest lightly, as if he were brushing off dust.

"Not enough, not even a lifetime."

"You're all talk. I was fooled by your sweet talk back then."

Fu Xuan blushed and scolded him playfully, then tiptoed and gave Lu Ze a light kiss on the lips, before pulling back and burying her face in his chest.

"I swear, I've never lied to you."

"Whether he lied to me or not is hard to say, but he definitely hid something from me." Fu Xuan wasn't stupid.

This guy is always wandering around aimlessly; she doesn't believe he hasn't been a womanizer.

She clearly saw the shifty look in his eyes when he looked guilty yesterday afternoon.

"I really didn't," Lu Ze quickly denied, his voice tinged with guilt.

Fu Xuan did not ask any further questions.

A smart woman knows how to keep things in check; she just buries her face even deeper.

"Let's not talk about it anymore, let's eat breakfast. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday." She rubbed her stomach.

Lu Ze glanced at her sideways. Whose fault is this?

"What? You have a problem with that?" Fu Xuan raised an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't dare," Lu Ze quickly admitted defeat.

"Hmph, I knew you wouldn't dare. Tell me, what time are you going back? I'll take the day off to be with you." Fu Xuan was reluctant to part, but there was nothing he could do.

"Around ten o'clock, I guess. The time in our two worlds is quite close," Lu Ze said uncertainly.

After breakfast, the two sat together on the sofa, embracing each other and cherishing their last moments together.

"Xuan'er, I promise you, this time there won't be another thirty years." Lu Ze held Fu Xuan's hand, their fingers intertwined.

"Yes, I believe you." Fu Xuan leaned against his chest, listening to his heartbeat, and nodded.

The two remained quietly together, sensing each other's presence.

Fu Xuan closed his eyes, pressed his ear against the man's chest, and etched the frequency of the heartbeat into his memory.

I don't know how much time passed, but the sound of my heartbeat suddenly disappeared.

Fu Xuan stared blankly at the empty sofa beside him; the warmth of his presence still lingered on her palms and face.

A single, glistening tear rolled down her cheek, a testament to her usual strength.