The fence in the distance was covered with green vines, a few butterflies dancing gracefully among the flowers. Everything was so familiar, so nostalgic.
Ye Qingchen stood in the center of the yard, his gaze sweeping over every corner, and a surge of warmth and emotion filled his heart.
He never thought that the setting of the Trial of the Heart would be his little courtyard.
Every plant, every brick and tile here stirred up endless memories for him.
"Is this... my little courtyard?" Ye Qingchen murmured to himself, his eyes filled with confusion.
He reached out and gently touched a bamboo beside him, feeling the real tactile sensation, he couldn't help but frown. "Why is it here?"
Ye Qingchen walked slowly towards the small house and pushed open the familiar wooden door.
The arrangement inside remained the same, a simple wooden bed, a bookshelf with books he usually liked to read.
