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Zhou Ai will have a break for a while, and she and Chu Yi have been discussing for several days about going on a "honeymoon" to make up for the regret of not being able to travel when they got married in such a rush.

Every night, the two of them would lie in bed looking at various travel guides, from the blue sea and sky of the Maldives to the snow-capped mountains and lakes of Switzerland, but they always felt that something was missing.

Finally, the clever Zhou Ai patted Chu Yi's thigh and said mysteriously, "Goodness, I have a place you'll definitely like."

Upon hearing Zhou Ai's suggestion, Chu Yi, who was engrossed in reading the strategy guide on her tablet, didn't even look up, her fingers still swiping across the screen.

After all, the last place this person said they "guaranteed to like" was an amusement park, but they dragged him to ride every single roller coaster, making him dizzy for a whole day.

Seeing that Chu Yi ignored him, Zhou Ai shook his shoulder, but the other man still didn't move.

Zhou Ai nudged Chu Yi's shoulder with her head in a coquettish manner, then naturally slid into his arm and finally lay down on Chu Yi's stomach.

"Honey, pay attention to me."

Chu Yi finally managed to lift his eyelids and glance at Zhou Ai, who was lying on his stomach like a "grandpa".

"If you can't come up with a good idea, you'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight."

Hearing that Chu Yi had finally decided to pay attention to him, Zhou Ai scrambled to her feet and whispered in his ear, "Let's go back to Yuntou Village."

Chu Yi's finger, which was swiping the screen, paused.

Zhou Ai's voice grew softer, as if she were revealing a precious secret: "Just the two of us, not staying in the house arranged by the production team. I had Xu Yang find the best stilted house in the village. The terraced fields should be irrigated this season, like mirrors. We can go to Gaduo Miao Village to have tea with Dr. Li, and go to the hillside where you treated my wound to look at the stars. This time, there are no cameras following us..."

Chu Yi nodded with rare satisfaction. "You're a smart kid."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Ai pouted and tried to lean in for a kiss, but Chu Yi slapped her away, saying, "Dream on."

But a gentle smile had already spread across those eyes.

This suggestion truly touched the softest spot in his heart.

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This time, there was no film crew following them around; it was just the two of them, driving a rented car slowly along the familiar winding mountain road.

Unlike what I remembered, some of the treacherous sections of the road have been widened and reinforced, making the ride much smoother.

The changes in the village are clearly visible. The bluestone paths are smoother, and many stilted houses have been renovated, but the overall layout and charm remain the same.

Many households have installed solar panels, and the huge banyan tree at the entrance of the village is still lush and verdant, with even more red ribbons tied around it now.

Most noticeably, a brand-new sign stands at the village entrance, featuring promotional photos from the program "Heartstrings in the Distant Mountains," including Zhou Ai and Chu Yi.

The stilted house they stayed in had an excellent location, halfway up the mountain. Opening the wooden windows offered a panoramic view of the terraced fields and distant mountains. The house was fully equipped with modern amenities, yet it retained the rustic warmth of its wooden structure.

After putting down their luggage, Zhou Ai eagerly pulled Chu Yi out the door: "Let's go see Dr. Li at the clinic first."

Upon seeing them, Dr. Li rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then excitedly approached, a simple smile spreading across his dark face. He tightly grasped Chu Yi's hand: "Dr. Chu! Teacher Zhou! It really is you! That's wonderful!"

He led Chu Yi around the much brighter, expanded health station, carefully introducing the newly added equipment. "Look, this is an electrocardiograph machine, this is a new medicine refrigerator... Thanks to your program, and Teacher Zhou's later donation, the conditions are much better!"

Chu Yi listened attentively, occasionally asking about details, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

Zhou Ai, like a child waiting for praise, leaned close to Chu Yi's ear and whispered boastfully, "See, didn't I do a great job?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Yi raised an eyebrow and casually pinched Zhou Ai's earlobe. "Don't be too proud, Teacher Zhou."

After resting for a night in the village, the two decided the next day to retrace the mountain path they had taken years ago to make a medical round in Gaduo Miao Village.

The road seems to have been repaired and is much easier to walk on, but the tranquility of the mountains and the fragrance of the grass and trees remain unchanged.

Zhou Ai pointed to a large, smooth rock by the roadside. "Goodness, do you remember? We rested here. I had a fever then, and you secretly gave me a fever reducer."

Chu Yi glanced at him: "I remember. Someone clearly has a fever, but he's still being stubborn."

Zhou Ai chuckled and used her right hand to grab Chu Yi's hand: "That's because I was afraid you'd think I was being spoiled."

They walked and stopped frequently, and the journey seemed much shorter than they remembered. When the village secretary and villagers of Gaduo Miao Village saw them, they welcomed them with the same warmth as relatives returning from afar, insisting on taking them home for tea.

Sitting in the familiar wooden house, drinking mellow oil tea, and listening to the villagers chatting in accented Mandarin about everyday life and the changes in the village, time seemed to slow down all of a sudden.

On the way back, the setting sun painted the sky orange-red. As they passed the valley with its soft grassy slopes that had once been teeming with fireflies, Zhou Ai stopped and pulled Chu Yi to sit down.

"It seems like nothing has changed here." Chu Yi said softly, gazing at the familiar scenery before her.

"Things have changed." Zhou Ai turned to look at him, her gaze deep. "Last time here, I could only steal glances at you. Now..."

He reached out and grasped Chu Yi's hand tightly. "Now you can look at it openly and honestly."

As night fell, a cool mountain breeze blew. They wrapped themselves in thin blankets and sat once again on the hillside overlooking the entire Yuntou Village.

The night sky was clear and bright, and the stars were much brighter and denser than those seen in the city. A faint Milky Way stretched across the sky.

Zhou Ai remained silent for a long time before suddenly speaking, her voice sounding particularly deep and clear in the quiet night: "Actually, back then, when I was here watching those fireflies fly away, I secretly made a wish."

Chu Yi turned her head and looked at his profile in the hazy starlight.

Zhou Ai turned her head to meet his gaze, a smile playing on her lips: "I said to the last firefly that if only I could marry Dr. Chu, who always refuses to look at me twice."

He grinned like a child who had stolen candy. "See? Isn't it incredibly effective?"

Chu Yi's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, leaving her with a bittersweet feeling.

Looking into Zhou Ai's smiling eyes, illuminated by starlight, she suddenly remembered something.

Chu Yi turned back to look at the warm lights dotting the village below, her voice soft:

I also have a secret.

"Hmm?" Zhou Ai leaned closer curiously.

"The night you hit your head," Chu Yi paused, seemingly organizing her thoughts, her ears slightly burning, "after I got back to my room, I looked at the hairdryer you gave me... and laughed for a long time."

Zhou Ai was taken aback at first, then burst into uncontrollable laughter. He reached out and pulled Chu Yi tightly into his arms, nuzzling his chin against Chu Yi's soft hair, and whispered in the silence:

"So, would we be saying that we went from using public office for private gain to turning a charade into reality?"

Chu Yi didn't answer, but gently placed his hand on Zhou Ai's arm that was wrapped around him, leaned back slightly, and nestled into that warm and reassuring embrace.

"Actually," Chu Yi suddenly spoke again, her voice so soft it was as if she didn't want to disturb the tranquility, "part of the reason I agreed to participate in this program was because I wanted to see you..."

Zhou Ai was stunned; this was the first time he had heard Chu Yi mention this.

He lowered his head, trying to see Chu Yi's expression by the starlight, but could only see the shadow cast by his thick eyelashes under his eyes.

"Whether it's Zhou Ai on screen or on stage, her brilliance is too dazzling, and the distance between them is too great."

Chu Yi leaned against Zhou Ai's chest, looking at the starry sky as she continued talking, as if she were narrating someone else's story, but her words carried a softness that was not easily noticed.

"And here, you'll get a fever, you'll awkwardly try to please others, you'll bump your head, you'll... be like a real, ordinary person."

Zhou Ai felt as if a feather had gently brushed against her heart, sending a warm, tingling sensation through her.

He recalled his deliberate or unintentional attempts to get closer to this person, realizing that this person had seen through his actions and even... tacitly approved and indulged them.

"So," Zhou Ai chuckled, her chest heaving, "Dr. Chu has been observing me, this 'special case,' from the very beginning?"

"Hmm." Chu Yi readily admitted, finally turning her head to meet his burning gaze, her eyes sparkling with starlight. "Case number 001, clinical manifestations: excessive clinginess, childish behavior, accompanied by persistent dyscardiac syndrome."

"And what's the diagnosis?" Zhou Ai leaned closer, their noses almost touching, their breaths mingling.

Chu Yi looked into his expectant eyes, so close to hers, and said slowly and clearly:

"There is no cure; lifelong monitoring is required."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Ai could no longer hold back and lowered his head to kiss the lips that had uttered those words that had stirred his heart.

When the kiss ended, both of them were a little out of breath.

Foreheads touching, they felt each other's burning body temperature in the cool night breeze.

"Chu Yi," Zhou Ai said softly, her tone more serious than ever before, "I will always stick to you like this, be childish for you, and let you protect me for the rest of my life."

"Okay." Chu Yi replied, a simple word that carried the entire promise and future.

They sat on the hillside for a long time until the night dew grew heavy. Only then did Zhou Ai, carrying Chu Yi on his back, walk back to the stilted house under the moonlight.

For the next few days, they lived a near-secluded life. They woke to birdsong in the morning and opened the window to watch the clouds and mist flow through the mountains.

During the day, I sometimes stroll around the village, chat with Dr. Li about his recent situation, or simply walk hand in hand along the ridges of the fields, watching the farmers work and admiring the green rice seedlings. In the evening, I eat at the guesthouse owner's house, enjoying the most authentic local dishes.

At night, we would still go to that little hill to look at the stars, or do nothing at all, just quietly snuggle together.

With no schedule to rush about and no external disturbances, time seemed to stretch out, and every moment was filled with a simple yet genuine happiness.

Zhou Ai took many photos with her phone: Chu Yi's profile as she read in the morning light, the reflections of the two of them by the terraced fields, and the starry night sky...

Now he sometimes posts on Weibo from time to time, with a neat nine-grid layout, and the photo in the middle is the most prominent.

Two hands clasped together, with the familiar starry sky of Yuntou Village as the backdrop.

The caption was simple: "Home."

CP fans instantly understood, and the comment section exploded:

[It's Yuntou Village! They've gone back!]

[Choosing the place where they fell in love for their honeymoon! So clever!]

[Home! Ugh, this copywriting! I'm done for!]

May your love last forever! The love that began with fireflies will surely endure!

Xu Yang was gratified to see this natural and heartfelt wave of popularity. For the first time, he felt that his artist's relationship and marriage was a stroke of genius in the history of public relations.

On the day he left, Dr. Li and several familiar villagers came to see him off, filling the trunk with local specialties.

The car slowly drove away from the village, and in the rearview mirror, the big banyan tree and the rolling terraced fields gradually disappeared into the distance.

Zhou Ai grasped Chu Yi's hand: "Next time you want to come, we'll come again."

Chu Yi held his hand back, looking at the winding mountain road ahead, her gaze calm and warm: "Mm."

The road ahead is long, but they know that no matter where they go, they will always be each other's safest haven.