A miraculous extra chapter! With a single thought, flowers bloomed into a sea on the barren land!

A miraculous extra chapter! With a single thought, flowers bloomed into a sea on the barren land!

When Su Wanqing opened her eyes again, the world was completely silent.

There were no birdsong in the early morning, no noise of traffic outside the window.

Only Lu Zhanting.

He lay on his side beside her, his arm firmly wrapped around her waist like an iron hoop, just as she had been in the position before she fell asleep.

He didn't close his eyes, but simply gazed at her quietly.

That focus was as if he wanted to etch her image, stroke by stroke, into eternity.

Su Wanqing's heartbeat was steady and strong.

Under this gaze, there was not a trace of panic, only complete peace.

"Awake?" he asked, his chest vibrating against her heart, steady as a rock.

"Mmm." Su Wanqing snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position. "You haven't slept at all?"

“Here, we don’t seem to need sleep,” Lu Zhanting stated a fact, his arms unconsciously tightening around her, holding her even more firmly. “But I like watching you sleep.”

Su Wanqing couldn't help but smile.

Yes, they have already achieved eternity.

Time, here, loses its most severe constraints.

"I feel like I slept for a long time, a very deep sleep," she said softly. "It's like I slept away all the weariness of my life."

"That's good." Lu Zhanting kissed her forehead. "From now on, you'll never be tired again."

Su Wanqing raised her head and carefully examined him.

His face was the most etched image in her memory. In his thirties, he had shed his youthful naiveté but had not yet been tainted by the ravages of time. Every inch of his features was imbued with strength, yet for her alone, it transformed into a tender, gentle touch.

She reached out and traced his eyebrows, eyes, and nose with her fingertips.

"Zhan Ting".

"I am here."

"I feel... a little unreal," Su Wanqing confessed. "It's so beautiful, like a dream. I'm afraid I'll wake up in the blink of an eye."

Lu Zhanting did not speak.

He simply took her hand that was tracing his cheek, pulled it to his lips, and pressed a hot, possessive kiss onto it.

"This is not a dream."

This kiss is worth a thousand words.

"This is our home."

Su Wanqing smiled, her anxiety and unease completely dispelled by the kiss.

She sat up and looked around the wooden house in the middle of the lake.

The room wasn't large, but it was warm and inviting. Outside the window, instead of blue skies and white clouds, a slowly flowing, dazzling Milky Way stretched out, the light of billions of stars converging into a soft halo that filled the entire room.

"What are we going to do today?" Su Wanqing asked, her voice filled with childlike anticipation.

This is the first day of their eternal life.

Everything is new.

Lu Zhanting then sat up, embraced her from behind, and gently rested his chin on her shoulder.

"what you up to?"

"You said you'd take me to every inch of this land." Su Wanqing turned to look at him. "Shall we start today?"

“Okay.” He replied without hesitation.

The two did not have any complicated washing or changing procedures.

It was just a thought.

Their comfortable loungewear was transformed into a set of casual wear that was easy to walk in.

Su Wanqing looked at her brand-new white dress and then at Lu Zhanting's crisp black shirt and trousers, her eyes filled with surprise.

"This space... can be like this?"

“It was born because of you, so it naturally obeys your will.” Lu Zhanting took her hand, his voice carrying a seductive smile. “Come on, my Queen, take me to tour your kingdom.”

Su Wanqing was amused by him and squeezed his hand back tightly.

"Then you'd better stay close."

They stepped out of the cabin, where a wooden boardwalk stretched out to the lake.

The lake water is crystal clear, reflecting the starry sky, as if one step into the void would plunge you into the entire universe.

Walking along the boardwalk and stepping onto the soft grass, Su Wanqing took a deep breath; the air was filled with the sweet scent of grass and trees.

Everything here is unbelievably perfect.

They walked side by side, without any destination, just moving forward aimlessly.

The grass underfoot was soft, and in the distance, there were rolling mountains, and even further away, endless stars.

They walked for a long time, so long that the wooden house in the middle of the lake behind them became a small black dot.

But the scene before me seemed unchanged.

It was still grassland, mountains, and starry sky.

It was as if they were just standing still.

Su Wanqing's pace gradually slowed down.

Lu Zhanting noticed her unusual behavior, stopped, and turned to look at her.

"What's wrong?"

“Zhan Ting…” Su Wanqing looked at this vast and boundless world, yet with a touch of deathly stillness, and a sense of bewilderment welled up in her heart.

"Will this place... always be like this?"

Her voice was very soft, as soft as a sigh.

Eternal life.

Eternal companionship.

But if this eternal backdrop is eternally unchanging, how terrible that would be.

Day after day, year after year.

Even the deepest love will eventually be worn away in such a monotonous eternity.

Lu Zhanting instantly understood her concerns.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead took her hand and led her to a bare patch of land nearby.

There's nothing here, just black, lifeless soil.

"Qingqing, look here."

He crouched down and pointed to the ground.

Su Wanqing looked at him, puzzled.

"What do you think is missing here?" he asked.

Su Wanqing paused for a moment, then followed his train of thought.

What's lacking?

There are too many things missing.

There were no flowers, no trees, not a trace of life.

“I think… it would be so beautiful if there were a sea of ​​flowers here,” she said unconsciously.

"What kind of flower sea?" Lu Zhanting pressed.

“Lavender.” Su Wanqing blurted out, “I’ve always wanted to go to Provence, but I’ve never had the chance.”

It was a small, long-forgotten dream from her teenage years.

“Then let it appear here.” Lu Zhanting looked up at her, his eyes surprisingly serious.

"What?"

"Close your eyes and think about what you want it to look like." His voice carried a steady, irresistible guiding power. "Think about it with your heart, imagine them sprouting from the soil, growing branches and leaves, and blooming purple flowers."

Su Wanqing hesitated for a moment, but seeing Lu Zhanting's encouraging gaze, she obediently closed her eyes.

She tried hard to picture the lavender fields of Provence in her mind.

Sunshine, a gentle breeze, and an endless purple ocean.

At first, nothing happened.

She was somewhat discouraged.

"Don't rush." ​​Lu Zhanting's voice seemed to ring in her ears. "I'll stay with you."

He took her hand.

A warm and powerful force surged into her limbs and bones through their clasped hands.

That's not an illusion.

Su Wanqing felt that her spiritual power seemed to be connected with Lu Zhanting's power, becoming more concentrated and powerful than ever before.

She focused her attention again.

This time, she stopped thinking about those distant images and focused on the land beneath her feet.

She imagined seeds awakening beneath the black soil.

She imagined tender green shoots pushing through the soil, bathed in the light of the starry sky.

She imagined the branches and leaves stretching out, the flower buds forming, and finally, blooming into the most magnificent purple.

"Buzz..."

A slight tremor came from beneath my feet.

Su Wanqing suddenly opened her eyes.

The sight before her made her hold her breath completely.

On that barren black soil, countless green shoots broke through the earth!

They sprout branches and grow leaves, the whole process is incredibly fast.

In just a few breaths, it grew to more than half a meter tall.

Immediately afterwards, tiny flower buds formed at the top.

Then, in the next instant, they all bloomed at once!

A purple ocean unfolded before them, appearing out of nothing and spreading out in a magnificent, boundless way.

The intensely rich scent of lavender instantly filled the entire space.

This is not an illusion.

She could smell the fragrance of flowers and see bees and butterflies appear out of thin air, dancing gracefully among the flowers.

“This…” Su Wan-qing was so shocked that she couldn’t utter a single word.

"Qingqing, did you see that?" Lu Zhanting wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her in his embrace, and together they looked at the miracle they had created.

"Our eternity is not a static prison."

"It's a blank sheet of paper, waiting for us to draw everything we want on it together."

"Today, we can have a lavender field."

"Tomorrow, we can build a castle on the mountaintop and watch the sunrise over the sea."

"If we want, we can make this place have flowers in spring, cool breezes in summer, a bright moon in autumn, and snow in winter."

Every word he uttered was like a star falling into Su Wanqing's heart, stirring up a dazzling light.

Her slight fear and bewilderment about eternity were shattered at this moment.

Instead, there was endless anticipation and ecstasy.

"I understand." Su Wanqing turned around, hugged his waist with all her might, and buried her face deeply in his firm chest.

"Zhan Ting, I understand."

This is far from being a monotonous repetition.

This is clearly a creation myth that belongs to the two of them.

Lu Zhanting gently stroked her long hair, letting her vent her emotions.

It took Su Wanqing a long time to calm down.

Holding Lu Zhanting's hand, she walked barefoot and carefully stepped into the sea of ​​purple flowers.

The petals brushed against her ankles, a slightly ticklish, real sensation.

"That's wonderful." She smiled, twirled in the flowerbed, and her white skirt billowed like a blooming flower.

Lu Zhanting stood at the edge of the sea of ​​flowers, looking at her with a smile.

Her happiness gives the world its full meaning.

After playing around for a while, Su Wanqing ran back to his side and presented him with a freshly picked lavender plant as if it were a treasure.

"This is for you."

Lu Zhanting took it and casually tucked it into the pocket of his black shirt.

The deep black, set against that touch of mysterious purple, is surprisingly beautiful.

Watching his actions, Su Wanqing felt a sweet warmth in her heart, as if honey were about to overflow.

Just then, an even bolder idea suddenly popped into her mind.

"Zhan Ting".

"Um?"

“Since…since we can create things that don’t exist…” she stammered, her voice trembling with a hint of excitement she herself didn’t realize, “then…can we recreate things that have already existed?”

Lu Zhanting paused for a moment.

He immediately understood what she meant.

"for example?"

“For example, a place, a moment.” Su Wanqing’s breathing became a little rapid. “Not through memories, but… to make it real, to appear before us.”

Creating a landscape and recreating the past are two completely different concepts.

The former is creation.

The latter is almost about controlling time.

Lu Zhanting stared at her and saw the uncontrollable longing on her face.

Instead of discouraging her, he encouraged her, saying, "You can give it a try."

Su Wanqing's heart pounded wildly.

She closed her eyes, and this time, she didn't think about any grand scenes.

What comes to mind is that old, leafy locust tree in the Beijing Military Region compound many years ago.

That was the place where she first met him.

What she wanted to recreate was not that tree.

It was that afternoon.

In that chaotic moment when she fell awkwardly from the tree and landed right in his arms.

As she focused her mind, the surrounding air began to subtly change.

The fragrance of lavender gradually faded.

Instead, there is the dry, scorching heat of the earth under the blazing summer sun.

The flower field beneath their feet began to appear illusory and transparent.

Pieces of light and shadow intertwined and rearranged around them.

Not far away, the outline of an ancient and vigorous locust tree is gradually becoming clearer, turning from vague to real.

"Cicadas—cicadas—"

The incessant chirping of cicadas, growing louder as they approached, entered my ears.