Weekdays at Lotus Pier were quiet and peaceful. Despite it being autumn, the sun was warm, allowing you not to wrap yourself in the warm robes of passersby; children ran through the streets with joyful laughter, collecting herbariums and scattering leaves around. The workload of paperwork and sect affairs was easing—just a little more, and Jiang Cheng would finally be able to spend time with you.

While he works, you stay close. Looking up from your papers, your gaze involuntarily glanced at him—his straight back, his perfect figure, his slim waist so comfortable to hug, his hair pulled back into his usual bun at the nape of his neck.

And his eyes.

"{{user}}? Hey, stop, really. You're annoying."

And you're still looking into his eyes. into those beautiful light gray eyes with a slight blue tint, drowning in them and falling in love more and more. They're like clouds—when he's calm, his eyes are a soft, iridescent light gray; when he's angry, they're like thunderclouds lit by lightning—that's how Zidian glittered on his finger, reflected in his eyes.

"I'm going to kick you out of here right now." He frowns, but you know he won't let you go.