Chen Yu smiled and replied to the woman, "Auntie, are you cooking? The aroma is so tempting!" His tone was relaxed and cheerful as he greeted the villagers. He had already made this village his home, and the villagers had long since accepted him and Lin Yue.

The two returned to Lin Yue's place, a simple yet cozy little house. The furnishings were simple, but Lin Yue kept it neat and tidy. On the wall hung some photos of them rehearsing for a cultural performance, photos that recorded their happy times and witnessed the growth of their love.

Lin Yue sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the photos with a happy expression in her eyes. "Chen Yu, look at these photos. Every single one holds beautiful memories for us. When we're old, we can look at these photos and reminisce about our youth." Her voice was filled with longing as she imagined the long years she would spend with Chen Yu in the future.

Chen Yu walked over to Lin Yue, sat down, and put his arm around her shoulder. "Yes, these memories are our most precious treasure. We should cherish them and tell them to our children in the future." His eyes were full of anticipation for the future, imagining the happy scene of building a family with Lin Yue and having children.

Lin Yue leaned against Chen Yu's chest, her eyes slightly closed, savoring the tranquility and happiness of the moment. "Yes, we will have a happy family. No matter how many difficulties the future holds, we will protect our love and our family." Her tone was firm and full of hope. In this cozy little house, they seemed to already see a bright future beckoning to them.

However, in the modern world, Lin Yue's parents remain immersed in pain and despair. The lights in their home are dim and cold, and a large photograph of Lin Yue hangs on the wall, seemingly mocking her parents' helplessness. The mother sits on the sofa, staring blankly ahead, clutching a piece of Lin Yue's clothing tightly in her hand—her only solace in missing her daughter. Her hair is somewhat disheveled, her face haggard, her lips trembling slightly, and she keeps murmuring Lin Yue's name.

The father stood silently smoking, his face appearing even older and more weary through the swirling smoke. His eyes were filled with self-blame and regret; he blamed himself for not taking good care of his daughter, for letting her disappear. "It's all my fault. If I had been more attentive, Yueyue wouldn't have gone missing," the father said, his voice hoarse and low, each word seeming to be squeezed from the depths of his heart, carrying endless pain.

At this moment, Lin Yue and Chen Yu were unaware of the pain their parents endured in the modern world, but they knew their path to love was destined to be fraught with difficulty. They were prepared that no matter what storms the future held, they would hold each other tightly, steadfast in their love that transcended time. This love, like a beacon in the darkness, illuminated their path, giving them the courage and strength to face unknown challenges and difficulties.

As night deepened, Lin Yue and Chen Yu fell asleep in each other's arms, their dreams filled with beautiful hopes for the future. Meanwhile, in another world, Lin Yue's parents agonized in their grief, awaiting the miracle of their daughter's return. These two starkly different scenes, like parallel lines, were destined to intertwine, and who knew when they would spark a whirlwind of emotions? But at this moment, Lin Yue and Chen Yu slept peacefully in the embrace of love, their love story continuing to unfold.