A glint of light flashed in Yun Qingluo's beautiful eyes. Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she was about to speak when Mo Beichen interrupted her before she could finish her sentence with a solemn expression.

“I’m back… If I hadn’t returned this time, I probably wouldn’t have known that Luo Luo is still so naughty and mischievous even though she’s all grown up. Look at you, you didn’t even put on a cloak before coming out. What if you caught a cold?”

Mo Beichen secretly regretted not bringing a maid to serve him, so that someone could look after Yun Qingluo when he went out.

At that moment, he held the person in his arms tightly, and his gaze followed her downwards, catching sight of her embroidered shoes that were already soaked. His heart tightened again.

Knowing she was in the wrong, Yun Qingluo didn't dare to argue. She simply tilted her head back slightly and gently kissed the corner of Mo Beichen's lips.

"I took a nap this afternoon, and when I woke up, I saw the outside filled with silvery light. I was very curious and couldn't resist going out to take a look. Who knew it was snowing! On a whim, I thought I'd see how deep the snow was, and then I stepped into it..."

"You just wanted to see how deep the snow was, did you really have to measure it with your own feet?" Mo Beichen's voice was slightly low, carrying a hint of reproach that was barely perceptible, but his movements were extremely gentle.

As he spoke, he carefully carried Yun Qingluo into the house and placed her on the soft, comfortable couch.

Immediately afterwards, he squatted down, preparing to take off Yun Qingluo's shoes and socks.

Yun Qingluo wanted to pull her feet back, but Mo Beichen stopped her in time: "Be good, don't move around, just sit here and wait for me. I'll go find a towel to dry your feet first, and then I'll go get some hot water to wash them properly and get rid of the cold."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Beichen had already turned around to find a towel.

The word "towel" was actually something Yun Qingluo taught him last night.

At that time, she asked Mo Beichen to help her wipe her body with a towel, but he didn't understand what she meant at first, which made Yun Qingluo blush and glare at him for a long time. In the end, she had to explain it to him in detail.

So, the so-called "towel" is just a strip of cloth used to wipe your face or body.

Yun Qingluo immediately dared not pull her foot back, and obediently sat on the soft couch, waiting for Mo Beichen.

After wiping Yun Qingluo's feet, Mo Beichen carried a basin of water out of the room to fetch hot water.

As he reached the doorway, he noticed two large boxes on the ground, filled with various precious medicinal herbs.

He stopped and turned to look at Yun Qingluo lying on the bed, a hint of apology in his eyes.

"The sect has recently gained many new disciples, which has greatly increased the demand for medicinal herbs. Luo Luo, you've really worked hard these past few days."

Mo Beichen's voice was full of concern and self-reproach.

Hearing Mo Beichen's words, Yun Qingluo felt a warm current surge in her heart.

She knew that all her efforts had not been overlooked, and even the smallest contribution was noticed by A-Chen, who would express his appreciation without reservation.

This emotional support and recognition made Yun Qingluo feel incredibly warm.

Although my body was still a little cold, the warmth in my heart gradually dispelled the chill.

She smiled gently and replied, "Ah Chen is the one who works the hardest, worrying about so many things every day. I only expend some physical effort processing these medicinal herbs."

Mo Beichen listened quietly to Yun Qingluo's words, his heart filled with emotion.

He put down the basin of water, walked back to the bedside, gently kissed Yun Qingluo's forehead, and then turned and strode away.

This simple yet heartfelt gesture brought a happy smile to Yun Qingluo's face.

She knew that no matter what difficulties and challenges she faced, as long as Mo Beichen was by her side, she would be able to face everything with strength.

This love, based on mutual support and understanding, will become the driving force for their journey together.

Xiao Yi's clear and melodious voice suddenly rang in Yun Qingluo's mind: "You two have been married for so long, and your child is already so big, yet you can still be as inseparable as when you were in the honeymoon phase. It's really rare!"

At this moment, Yun Qingluo was in a good mood, so she replied with a smile, "Xiao Yi, are you jealous of us?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yi immediately exclaimed, "Jealous? What a joke! I possess invincible abilities and a super powerful all-around medical system. How could I possibly be jealous of the ephemeral love that you mortals pursue?"

Besides, I've long heard the saying, "Nine out of ten love stories end in tragedy." You're just an exception among many love stories, not the norm. So, I have absolutely nothing to be jealous of.

Yun Qinglu raised an eyebrow, pondering Xiao Yi's words in her heart. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that what Xiao Yi said made a lot of sense.

I couldn't find the right words to refute him.

After all, even under the monogamous system practiced in modern society, mistresses still act recklessly, even shamelessly declaring that "only those who are not loved are considered mistresses."

Now living in this ancient era, where polygamy is practiced, my current situation of being the only one favored can indeed be considered a special existence.

In this male-dominated era, women's status is often very low, and their fate is mostly filled with sorrow and helplessness.

However, Yun Qingluo is able to have such a happy life and a sincere and pure love, all thanks to Achen.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel a little grateful.

She is grateful for the turning of fate that gave her a new life, allowing her to embrace the man who loves her with all his heart.

As Yun Qingluo was deep in thought, Mo Beichen carefully carried in a basin of steaming water.

He gently placed the basin of water on the ground, then reached out and tried to grasp Yun Qingluo's delicate, jade-like feet.

However, Yun Qingluo quickly withdrew her foot and said softly, "Achen, let me do it myself."

Mo Beichen's eyes instantly turned deep. He slowly raised his head, staring at Yun Qingluo with his lips tightly closed, not saying a word.

Yun Qingluo could clearly sense Mo Beichen's dissatisfaction, but at the same time, she also noticed a hint of grievance in his eyes.

She couldn't help but feel a little confused, thinking that she had only said she would wash his feet herself, so why was he so aggrieved?

Is it because he feels he hasn't fulfilled his responsibility to take care of her?

Or are there other reasons?

Yun Qingluo tried hard to understand Mo Beichen's complex emotions at this moment.

She knew that this man loved her deeply, but sometimes his thoughts were hard to fathom.

Xiao Yi laughed and said, "He probably thinks you're being too polite to him?"

After listening to Xiao Yi's words, Yun Qingluo hesitated for a moment, then carefully stretched out her foot and placed it in Mo Beichen's hand.

Mo Beichen's expression softened considerably.