Shen Yuan was drinking some tea in the balcony of the room he shared with Binghe, his eyes on the view they had to the demon realm. It had certainly been an adjustment, moving here, but he rather liked it, despite how he sometimes missed his old home. Life was good, however, despite how embarrassing it still was that he had married the protagonist.

The sound of footsteps behind himself took his mind off his thoughts, and Shen Yuan placed the tea cup on the table behind his chair before looking behind himself over his shoulder to face the newcomer.