After Bai Yanlang's scars healed, he began preparing to confess his feelings.

Over the course of six months, Bai Jian had grown accustomed to Bai Yanlang's way of interacting with her—a relationship that was neither quite friends nor quite lovers, but more like family.

The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. Such brilliant sunshine is rare in winter, as if something big was about to happen.

Bai Jian woke up early in the morning and habitually touched the bedside, but it was cold.

Did Bai Yanlang not come last night?

My good mood for the whole day is ruined!

When she went downstairs, she didn't see Bai Yanlang. She frowned unconsciously. She seemed to have gotten used to having breakfast with Bai Yanlang every morning.

Bai Jian ate breakfast alone and asked the servants beside her, "Do you know where our master went?"

The maid shook her head. "I don't know. You can call and ask your master."

"No."

Bai Jian went outside for a walk, feeling uneasy. She couldn't help but want to call and ask about Bai Yanlang's whereabouts.

But in what capacity should she inquire about Bai Yanlang's whereabouts?

From morning until noon, after four hours of work, Bai Jianli finally decided to call Bai Yanlang.

Bai Yanlang was writing something when he saw Bai Jian's call. His heart softened. "Bai Jian, what's wrong?"

"Master, where...where are you?"

She regretted it as soon as she said it, wondering if she had overstepped her bounds.

Bai Yanlang was secretly delighted. The less Bai Jian treated him as his master, the happier he was, and his voice even carried a hint of joy.

Are you home? I'm coming to find you now, please wait a moment.

Before Bai Jian could react, Bai Yanlang hung up the phone and drove back to the Bai family home.

The Bai family of today is no longer the cold and impersonal family of the past, but a warm and loving family, a family with Bai Jian.

Eager to return home, Bai Yanlang quickly arrived back. Upon seeing the girl he longed for, a smile involuntarily crept onto his face. "Bai Jian."

Bai Jian stood up to greet him, "Master, you're back."

"I'm sorry, something came up today and I didn't tell you where I was. I won't do it again."

Bai Jian shook his head. "You don't need to report your whereabouts to me."

"You can know, and you should know."

Bai Jian looked up, their eyes met, and she hurriedly lowered her head. What was she thinking? But recently, when she was with her master, he seemed to care about her a lot.

Bai Yanlang didn't leave that afternoon; instead, he and Bai Jian dealt with their own matters together.

Neither of them was focused on the task at hand; they each had their own thoughts on their own.

Bai Jian thought about all the little things she had spent with Bai Yanlang recently, while Bai Yanlang thought about his confession that night.

Night fell, and the plan unfolded as scheduled.

Bai Yanlang stood by the bed as usual, looking at the moon outside the window. The difference was that Bai Jian was now beside him.

Bai Jian: "Why do you like to stand by the window and look at the moon?"

Bai Yanlang: "The moonlight is bright, though not as dazzling as the sunlight, it can still illuminate a ray of light for me in the darkness. When I was a child, I was often locked in a dark room, and the only companion I had was the moonlight shining in through the narrow window."

Only after growing up did I come to love the moonlight outside my window.

Bai Jian felt sorry for her; she wished she could have been by her master's side sooner.

Red Kongming lanterns slowly rose outside the window. Bai Jian wondered who was releasing them. After reading the words on them, she stared blankly at the person next to her.

Each Kongming lantern bore the same message: 'Bai Jian, I love you. —Bai Yanlang'