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Looking at this once-gentle land, all of Jufeng's sweet memories seemed to originate from here. His first love, the late Jia'er, everything began from this place.
"I first met your mother right at this door. I never expected that after so many years, someone would still have the heart to preserve this villa so well."
Yin Mo listened to his father's recounting, observing the courtyard that stood out amidst the surrounding renovated villas, feeling a sense of nostalgia for the past.
The photo of his mother was so beautiful; she must have been even more enchanting in person. His father must have fallen in love at first sight. It was just like how he felt when he first met Aunt Flower Snow Moon and Sister Chuyang—shy, a bit awkward, and unable to make eye contact.
"Dad, is my name really from this house where Mom named me?"
Yin Mo clearly remembered his father saying that his name was personally chosen by his mother. He looked up at Jufeng, nodded, and then suddenly broke into a joyful smile.
Yin Mo had never met his mother; at only eight years old, he found it hard to comprehend the heart-wrenching sorrow of being separated from one's flesh and blood. Yet he could feel the profound maternal love that had transcended eight years.
Whether it was the name his mother had given him or the keepsakes she left behind, even the memories his father shared about their life together made Yin Mo feel immersed in a sea of love.
The depth of his parents' love mirrored the depth of his mother's affection for him. Yin Mo didn't understand many things, but he grasped this reciprocal relationship, filling his heart with positive energy.
It felt as if his mother had never truly left; she was somewhere in the world or transformed into a star in the night sky, watching over him.
So Yin Mo resolved to live well and not let his mother down.
Autumn was thickening; ever since their return began, the season had grown increasingly intense.
Jufeng stood at the door with his son. Because of the guilt in his heart, he did not immediately open the door.
However, as the autumn wind rose, the door of the villa swung open from within.
It was as if the prodigal son was being called home, with the autumn wind blowing fiercely outside, urging him to return to the warmth within.
When the door opened, two female figures appeared. Yin Mo gazed at them, his heart at a loss for words to describe their beauty.
He dared not look directly; instead, he turned his gaze to his father.
He saw that his father's eyes were filled with sorrow, brimming with tears that lingered just on the verge of spilling over.
"Why are you still standing at the door? Come inside."
"It's cold outside; don't let Yin Mo catch a chill."
Yin Mo heard two cool voices that felt like a gentle spring breeze even in late autumn.
Jufeng heard two calls beckoning him home, and he nodded heavily before taking Yin Mo's hand and walking toward the villa.
Inside the villa, everything remained as it had been years ago. Aside from some truly old furniture that had been replaced, nothing else had changed at all.
In an instant, Jufeng felt as if he had returned to those years long past.
Claudia pulled Yin Mo close to her side. She had always regarded Yin Mo as her own child, ever since Lu Qijia's pregnancy until now. It was as if she were seeing a child who had been away for many years finally return home, and her joy overshadowed Jufeng's presence.
Ikeda Masahiro looked at Jufeng's nostalgic expression and said, "After you went missing, I went back home to be with Mom and Dad. Sister Riss has always been here; all the arrangements are what she didn't want to change. She just hoped that seeing these things would remind her of you."
Jufeng felt genuinely apologetic.
Claudia, who had been fussing over Yin Mo, stood up and said to Jufeng, "Although Yahui has come home, she still comes to stay with me for a while every year. I am all alone, but Yahui has family. In fact, she misses you even more than I do."
There was no imagined embrace filled with tears, nor was there any uncontrolled weeping. The two women, both connected to Jufeng, quietly shared the changes of so many years, which in reality were rather mundane.
There were no complaints, no blame; only warmth remained.
How could Jufeng not understand what lay in their hearts? How could the two women not feel resentment? They were simply too understanding, too loving of themselves, to even know how to make amends, feeling utterly ashamed.
"I'm sorry for the hardships you've endured all these years."
A thousand words and emotions ultimately condensed into this pale and powerless statement.
Claudia walked over to Ikeda Masahiro's side, holding Yin Mo's hand with her other. "Why apologize? We all understand. From the moment we chose you, we already knew."
Ikeda Masahiro crouched down, smiling at Yin Mo as he murmured, "It's good that you're back."
Yin Mo had gained so much on this journey home, yet nothing compared to the joy and satisfaction he felt at this moment.
Claudia and Ikeda Masahiro helped Yin Mo take a bath. Though he was shy, he truly felt the warmth of a mother's care.
After the bath, they dressed him in a brand new outfit that fit perfectly—neither ostentatious nor overly luxurious, but rather understated.
Maturity in youth often turns people off, giving off a stale vibe. However, Yin Mo's maturity was endearing because it felt fresh and pure.
He resembled a sheet of pristine white rice paper or the Azure Sky on a cloudless April day.
Yin Mo felt genuinely content. For eight years, he had been without a mother, but now he suddenly had two.
He understood that this was a feeling called maternal love; he truly felt how comforting it could be.
The two new mothers couldn't help but feel happy and fulfilled. In their eyes, Yin Mo was just like their own child, and his obedient and understanding nature truly melted their hearts.
After spending some time with Yin Mo, the atmosphere began to dim.
Night was approaching, and the father and son were about to sleep in Azure Waterside.
Two men and two women shared the sleeping arrangements fairly, with one man accompanying one woman.
Claudia pulled Yin Mo into her room, then shot a flirtatious glance at Ikeda Masahiro before closing the door tightly.
Ikeda Masahiro had never felt this nervous when she first met Jufeng, but now her heart was racing.
For Jufeng, she had remained untouched even after reaching her thirties.
Just this bond alone meant that Jufeng would have to spend a lifetime making up for it.
He slowly wrapped his arms around Ikeda Masahiro from behind, inhaling her unique fragrance.
Ikeda Masahiro's face turned as red as a ripe apple, making her irresistibly tempting to behold and hard to resist.
She took Jufeng's hand and led him back to her room in Azure Waterside.
The autumn night was cool as water, yet incredibly enchanting.
There were no distractions, only warmth as they lay closely together in bed, sharing sweet nothings that didn’t quite belong in such a setting.
"Brother, regarding the uprising of Huankezhao, I heard you might know some inside information. When you have time, he would like to invite you to gather in Yingguo."
Jufeng quietly nodded at the words. The main external reason for his outing this time was the issue concerning Huankezhao. The Five Laws truly shocked Jufeng; if certain matters were indeed valid, then he had to intervene in Huankezhao's actions.
Thinking of Ikeda Kenji, he couldn't help but recall Vera. These three could be considered a sort of trio in a certain sense, wielding their swords on the world stage, now united as one.
Central Asia belonged to Mu Shu, Africa to Situ Yu, while Xue extended its reach along the coast, stretching its claws toward Southeast Asia.
With the Three Major Factions of the hurricane being so formidable, how could the Yamamoto Clan and Blazing Axe remain complacent?
Vera naturally continued the pace of Europe effortlessly, becoming the undisputed queen of Europe, while Ikeda Kenji crossed Across the Ocean, claiming the beautiful continent for himself. Of course, this claim or belonging did not mean he was the absolute ruler there; it simply meant that under the iron spear and horse hooves, those lands had no choice but to submit.
In just a snap of Eight Years, peace reigned on Earth, yet unexpectedly, on a larger stage, the cosmos became chaotic.
However, at this moment of beautiful scenery and lovely people, Jufeng was not in a hurry; after all, he could not let down the weight of their shared aspirations.
His hands, now calloused from age, gently slid up from Ikeda Masahiro's abdomen.
In the autumn air, her thin white shirt revealed the first button at her neck, which Jufeng's palm lightly unfastened.
Ikeda Masahiro's delicate body trembled involuntarily, her form tightening in response.
Though she was already in her thirties and no longer young, she had never experienced such intimacy; how could she not feel nervous?
Jufeng's hand continued its advance like a siege upon a city; each button fell away like defeated soldiers discarding their armor in retreat.
He whispered into Ikeda Masahiro's ear, "When I go to see your brother, I plan to propose to him. Ruth and Mu Shu will join us for the wedding. How does that sound?"
Upon hearing this, Ikeda Masahiro's tense body instantly relaxed. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and fell onto the silk pillow before rolling down onto the bed.
After waiting for so long, it finally arrived.
Ikeda Masahiro nodded, then suddenly turned around and sat on Jufeng.
Before them was a picturesque scene, as the white shirt slowly slipped away.
Leaning down, he kissed deeply, their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace.
The moonlight flickered, shyly avoiding their gaze.
To be continued.
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