Jiang Liu, who had escaped from the Tang residence, felt no fatigue whatsoever.

She ran towards Baiyang Street, weaving through the crowded streets.

Finally, she ran away from Baiyang and went to the countryside.

Perhaps tired from running, Jiang Liu stopped and wanted to rest for a moment.

Unwittingly, she saw a group of craftsmen busy building a house ahead.

At first glance, she saw a familiar figure.

For a moment, he stood there, stunned.

The figure was standing on the wall, following the foreman's instructions.

He looked the same, though slightly childish.

He had a bronze complexion and distinct, deep-set features.

His dark hair fluttered in the wind, and beads of sweat dotted his face.

He was dressed in dark gray clothes, patched up in the process.

It was him...

Jiang Liu strode quickly towards that figure.

As she drew nearer, she stopped, about to take a closer look, when she saw the shadow on the wall...

Suddenly, Jiang Liu opened her eyes, and what she saw was a sea of ​​red.

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"Miss, wake up, wake up! What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Liu reached out, trying to pry open the barrier, but her slender hand was firmly grasped by a pair of rough, calloused hands.

Then, the veil was lifted, and Jiang Liu saw the man she had longed for for so long.

"Dafu, it's you, it really is you." Apart from his more mature and confident appearance, he seemed to have changed little.

Looking out the window again, it was already pitch black.

Is it already late at night?

"It's me." Qiu Dafu took the handkerchief handed to him by Cuizhu and gently wiped the sweat from Jiang Liu's forehead.

Cuizhu tactfully withdrew and thoughtfully closed the door behind her.

"Liu'er, don't be afraid. Did you have a nightmare?" Qiu Dafu looked at Jiang Liu gently, his expression showing concern.

"It took me so long to find you." Jiang Liu's nose tingled, but she tried her best to maintain a smile.

"I'm here, I've always been here." Qiu Dafu gently hugged Jiang Liu, comforting her. "I was the one who contacted you first."

He loosened the phoenix crown from her head, unbuttoned her clothes, and slowly, bit by bit, removed her elaborate wedding gown. "We will never be apart."

"Forever." Gradually, Jiang Liu finally found herself again.

Noticing the faint smell of alcohol on Qiu Dafu, she asked, "How many drinks did you have?"

"One cup," Qiu Dafu replied truthfully.

Jiang Liu chuckled, "Why don't you drink more? You usually can drink two glasses."

"I'll save it for our wedding night." In the bridal chamber, with his beloved in his arms, Qiu Dafu was no longer reserved. "How could I neglect my wife on this precious night?"

Jiang Liu's smile paused slightly, then deepened. Previously, Qiu Dafu had always been well-behaved in front of her and had never overstepped his bounds.

She had always known that Qiu Dafu was a gentleman, but...

Jiang Liu lowered her head, making Qiu Dafu inexplicably nervous.

Could it be that he said something wrong and displeased Liu'er?

"Liu'er..."

"Great wealth..."

Qiu Dafu: "You go first."

Jiang Liu: "I've been married before, do you really not care at all?"

She lacked confidence.

She also wanted to pursue her own happiness. She didn't want to live an ordinary life under the shackles of feudalism. She wanted to spend the rest of her life with Qiu Dafu.

Qiu Dafu nodded firmly and smiled gently.

"As long as it's you." He said, taking off Jiang Liu's outer garment, letting her dark hair fall loose, and tilting it back of her head.

In the candlelight, his willow was truly beautiful.

"If it weren't for you and Xiaoyan, the grass on my grave would have grown three feet tall, and there would have been no wedding night."

"Don't talk nonsense." Jiang Liu responded to Qiu Dafu's burning gaze and smiled at him, "Since when did you start to...