"This is just the beginning." Gu Youran shook the brush. "In the next nine years, just wait and see how I deal with you."

"Let me see yours." She reached out to grab Shi Heng's letter.

Shi Heng didn't hide and let her unfold:

[To Gu Youran one year from now: If you forget our anniversary this year, please tap me on the forehead three times with this letter. P.S. You can double the number.]

"You're smart." Gu Youran snorted and continued writing:

[To Shi Heng two years from now: If you haven't made it to Iceland to see the Northern Lights by then, please buy two tickets immediately. Note: Window seats are required.]

Half an hour later.

Shi Heng suddenly stopped writing and stared at her drooping eyelashes. "Have you thought about us ten years from now?"

Gu Youran paused with her pen in hand. "Maybe... there will be a little troublemaker with eyes like yours and a temper like mine?"

"Then I have to set the rules in advance."

Shi Heng wrote down in a flourish:

[To Gu Youran five years from now: If the child is naughty, please allow me to discipline him. My method of discipline: I will patiently explain things to him, never yell or be harsh, and will always treat him gently.]

"You wish!" Gu Youran stretched out her hand to pinch his arm, but Shi Heng grabbed her wrist.

Shi Heng continued to write on the letter while holding hands:

[To Gu Youran ten years from now: If the morning light remains the same by then, I hope to receive a good morning kiss from you. Note: This privilege application is valid forever.]

Gu Youran's nose felt sore as he lowered his head and wrote the last line:

[To Shi Heng ten years from now: If ten years from now, you are still willing to carry me along this mountain road, I will agree - for the next ten years, I will love you as much as I do today.]

When she put down the pen, she suddenly noticed a faint watermark on the light-transmitting part of the letter paper.

There is a hidden pattern of "Shi Heng" on each of her papers, and the word "You Ran" is hidden on Shi Heng's paper.

It turns out that this person had secretly arranged this delicate plan a long time ago.

After finishing the last letter, the abbot brought a wooden box with a lotus pattern carved on the surface. "I need you to each put a personal item in it as a token of your agreement."

Shi Heng took off the cufflinks on his shirt. Gu Youran thought for a moment and took out a pearl hairpin from her hair.

The moment the wooden box was closed, the morning bell in the temple rang.

The abbot led them to the depths of the library. Among the rows of scriptures, there was a specially reserved rosewood shelf.

He solemnly placed the wooden box in the center compartment, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name.

Gu Youran suddenly grabbed the corner of Shi Heng's clothes and said, "What if...what if we have a quarrel in the future and neither of us is willing to come to collect the trust?"

Shi Heng wrapped her slightly cold fingers in his palm and said, "Then I will come alone. I will remember your words and read them to you when I get back."

Gu Youran's eyes were hot and her nose was sore. She couldn't help but bury her face in his chest.

Shi Heng patted her back gently and said, "There's a plum forest on the back hill. The wintersweets are in full bloom right now. Shall we go take a look?"

Gu Youran responded with a muffled "Okay", raised her hand to rub her eyes, and let him lead her to the back mountain.

The stone road was covered with a layer of withered yellow leaves. Shi Heng squeezed her hand and said, "Are you tired? There's a stone bench up ahead. Do you want to rest for a while?"

"You're tired after just a few steps?" Gu Youran teased him deliberately, "Your overall stamina isn't up to par."

Shi Heng suddenly picked her up by the waist.

She screamed and put her arms around his neck, "Shi Heng! Put me down quickly, it would be so embarrassing if someone saw me!"

"What are you afraid of?" Shi Heng deliberately shook himself, a sly smile on his face, "It's only natural for me to hug my wife."

Gu Youran blushed and punched his shoulder, "Why are you becoming more and more shameless..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly caught a glimpse of an old monk sitting in the pavilion, frowning and rubbing his knees.

The swollen and red joints were exposed under the monk's robe, and he looked very painful.

Gu Youran immediately dropped his joking expression and quickly stepped forward. "Master, are your legs uncomfortable?"

The old monk looked up, beads of sweat still on his forehead, "It's an old ailment, it's nothing serious."

"Let me see." Gu Youran had already squatted down, her fingers naturally placed on his pulse.

Shi Heng handed over a clean handkerchief, "Master, wipe the sweat off your face."

The old monk took it and thanked him repeatedly.

Gu Youran concentrated on taking his pulse for a moment, his brow furrowing ever tighter. "The pulse is deep and tight, dampness and coldness have penetrated into your bones. You've had this leg pain for ten years, right?"

"Twelve years and three months," the old monk said with a wry smile. "The pain gets worse when it rains."

Gu Youran opened her acupuncture kit without saying anything and said, "Shall I give you a few acupuncture treatments?"

"Uncle Master!" The abbot came hurriedly and hesitated when he saw this scene.

"Let her try." The old monk waved his hand. "This female donor just took my pulse and even predicted the exact time I've been ill."

Gu Youran took out a long, thin golden needle and said, "It will be a little sore and swollen, please bear with it."

As soon as the first needle was inserted into the knee point, the old monk suddenly gasped.

"Does it hurt?" Gu Youran stopped immediately.

"No, it's not painful!" The old monk was shocked. "A warm current flows through the cracks in my bones. It feels very comfortable!"

Gu Youran continued with the acupuncture, completely unaware that the Nine Star Ring on her wrist was emitting a faint golden light.

The old monk stared at the bracelet intently, his pupils suddenly contracting.

"Try to stand up." Shi Heng stepped forward to support him.

Lao Hegang took a hesitant step, then another, and suddenly his eyes widened, "This...this leg is much lighter!"

The abbot rubbed his hands excitedly, "Master Liaochen's leg disease hasn't been completely cured in ten years. Doctor Gu is truly a miracle doctor!"

Gu Youran took out a pen and paper and wrote down the prescription: "15 grams of Atractylodes lancea, 12 grams of Achyranthes bidentata, 10 grams of Angelica sinensis... Take this medicine for three days, once in the morning and once in the evening."

She handed the prescription to the old monk and said, "Boil three grams of moxa leaves and safflower in water to soak your feet. The water must reach above your knees. Soak your feet once before going to bed tonight."

The old monk took the prescription with both hands and said, "Thank you, benefactor."

Upon seeing this, the abbot raised his hand and gestured, "You two benefactors have been tired for half a day. Come with me to have lunch."

As he spoke, he led the way himself, through the corridor to the private room at the innermost side of the dining hall.

Pushing open the door, four dishes and a soup were placed on the wooden table:

Stir-fried seasonal vegetables, vegetarian roast goose, stir-fried winter bamboo shoots, tofu soup, and a bowl of steaming egg drop soup.

"Enjoy your meal, both of you." The abbot turned and left.

Shi Heng first pulled out a bamboo chair for Gu Youran and said, "Try this."

He picked up a piece of vegetarian roast goose and placed it in her bowl. "I heard they used a secret sauce."

Gu Youran took a bite and her eyes lit up immediately, "It really tastes like goose meat!"

Shi Heng chuckled and poured her another bowl of egg drop soup. "Drink slowly, be careful of the heat."

"You eat too." Gu Youran picked up a piece of winter bamboo shoots and fed it to his mouth.

Shi Heng opened his mouth obediently, but when he was about to bite her, he suddenly leaned forward and kissed her fingertips.

Gu Youran's hand shook and the winter bamboo shoots fell onto the table.

"Shi Heng!" She glared at him with a red face.

"I was wrong." Shi Heng admitted his mistake immediately, but smiled like a fox who had triumphed.