Reborn to marry, she no longer wants to be the young master's mother

The candle flame swayed in the night wind, as if an old man was telling the vicissitudes of life. In the end, the weak light could not resist the erosion of time and slowly sank into the darkness inch by inch, leaving only a wisp of light smoke, circling and dissipating in the silent air. The room was gently wrapped in a layer of light night, and only the occasional chirping of insects outside the window broke the tranquility.

Chu Heng sat beside the bed, holding the sleeping Xie Chaochao tightly in his arms. Her breathing was soft and even, like the sound of spring breeze blowing through flower petals, which calmed people's hearts. His eyes were as gentle as water, gently brushing across Xie Chaochao's peaceful face, a face that had a faint smile even in dreams, as if immersed in some sweet dreamland.

"A long time ago," Chu Heng's voice was low and magnetic, and he began to tell an ancient story, "In a forgotten forest, there lived a brave knight and his beloved princess..." His voice echoed in the quiet night sky, and every word seemed to be endowed with magic, leading the audience into one fantasy world after another.

As the story goes on, Chu Heng's voice is sometimes passionate, like the beating of a war drum, making people's blood boil; sometimes gentle, like the gurgling of a stream, soothing the soul. Xie Chaochao is in his arms, although she closes her eyes tightly, the corners of her mouth unconsciously rise slightly, as if she can hear the bravery and romance that only belong to dreams, quietly taking root in her heart.

"After going through untold hardships, the knight finally defeated the evil dragon and rescued the princess trapped deep in the castle. When they walked out of the darkness hand in hand and greeted the first ray of morning light, the whole world was moved, all things revived, birds sang and flowers bloomed..." Chu Heng's story reached its climax here. His eyes flashed with determination and hope, as if telling Xie Chaochao that no matter how many difficulties and obstacles there are in the future, as long as there is love in his heart, nothing can be overcome.

The night gradually deepened, and the story was drawing to an end. Chu Heng's voice gradually slowed down until it turned into a breeze and quietly blended into the night. And Xie Chaochao was still sleeping in his arms, with a happy smile on her face, as if in the dream woven by Chu Heng, she had found her own warrior and eternal spring.

Outside the window, a bright moon hangs high, casting a silvery glow, covering the couple who are leaning on each other with a mysterious and romantic veil. On such an exciting and tender night, the story of Chu Heng and Xie Chaochao is like a candle that has burned out. Although it is short, it leaves behind the most brilliant light, which is unforgettable for a long time.

Deep inside the ancient and solemn palace, the night, like thick ink, quietly penetrated into every corner, dyeing the magnificent building with a mysterious blue. The moonlight shone through the delicate window lattices, sprinkling on the ground in patches, like fragments of time, quietly telling the secrets of the past.

Xie Chaochao, a princess who had lived in the palace since childhood and was surrounded by countless prosperity and pampering, now looked like an ordinary girl, her heart full of fear and curiosity about the unknown world. She sat on a soft brocade couch, beside her was a glass lamp emitting soft light, the shadow of the lamp swaying, reflecting her face with both tenderness and a hint of uneasiness.

Chu Heng, a graceful and knowledgeable young guard, was telling an ancient story about ghosts and gods in his deep and magnetic voice. His voice echoed in the silent palace, and every word seemed to be given life, jumping in the air, outlining a series of bizarre pictures.

"A long time ago, before this palace was built, there was a legend about the power of ghosts and gods on this land..." As soon as Chu Heng started talking, a trace of fear flashed across Xie Chaochao's eyes. She tightly grasped the silk handkerchief in her hand, as if she could grasp a sense of security. As the story went on, the descriptions of ghosts wandering around and evil spirits demanding lives penetrated her heart like a cold wind, making her tremble involuntarily.

Finally, when Chu Heng talked about the most thrilling scene, describing how the ghosts and gods shuttled between the palace walls in an invisible manner on a dark and windy night, looking for the traces of those who were afraid, Xie Chaochao could no longer bear the fear. She stood up suddenly, hugged her shoulders tightly with both hands, her eyes full of fear and helplessness, as if she would be swallowed by the invisible fear in the next moment.

"Don't talk anymore, Chu Heng!" Xie Chaochao's voice was filled with pleading. She turned around almost instinctively and dived into the warm and soft quilt behind her, curling herself up tightly, as if this could isolate her from all the terror and anxiety from the outside world. The quilt became her only safe haven at the moment, and her trembling body looked particularly weak and helpless in the darkness.

When Chu Heng saw this, he felt an indescribable tenderness and pity in his heart.

There was a gentle light in Chu Heng's eyes, as if it could melt all the ice in the world. The corners of his mouth curled up into an intoxicating smile, which contained endless pampering and affection, as if at this moment, the whole world stood still.

Xie Chaochao's face looked even more delicate under the moonlight. Her long eyelashes were like two small fans, gently covering her eyelids, revealing a natural beauty without any decoration. Her breathing was soft and even, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, bringing a hint of imperceptible warmth. Chu Heng slowly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips gently touched Xie Chaochao's hair. The touch was like touching the softest silk in the world, and he felt an indescribable sense of happiness in his heart.

He gently, fearing to disturb the tranquility, embraced Xie Chaochao into his arms. At that moment, their heartbeats seemed to resonate at the same frequency, and each other's body temperature was transmitted through the clothes, warm and familiar. Chu Heng's chest was broad and solid, building a safe haven for Xie Chaochao, allowing her to find a harbor where she could rest in peace in this troubled world.

In such a warm and slightly dreamy night, time seemed to be stretched, and every second was filled with sweetness and happiness. Chu Heng's chin gently rested on the top of Xie Chaochao's head. He could smell the faint fragrance between her hair, which was her unique scent, making him intoxicated. He whispered in a low voice, his voice so gentle as if he was afraid of disturbing the night: "Chaochao, it's great to have you by my side."