I traveled through the Cretaceous period and farmed with the ever-changing dog egg.

This morning was different from usual, brighter and clearer, as if a spring breeze had suddenly arrived, and thousands of pear trees were in bloom. Lin Chaoyan, wearing a spaghetti strap nightgown and barefoot, walked to the window and looked out through the glass.

"So it's snowing."

Lin Chaoyan quickly dressed, opened the door, and ran downstairs with cheerful steps. Pushing open the door, she saw the whole world decorated in silver-white.

In the yard, Du Ming was sweeping snow with his head down, Han Dong was teaching the two cultivation masters how to build a snowman, and Qiu Shenji was tidying up the livestock shed and adding some hay to prevent them from freezing to death.

Lin Chaoyan happily stomped around in the snow, and then joined the army of people building snowmen.

"Master, it's cold today, please don't play in the snow for too long," Du Ming's deep voice came.

"Okay! I got it..." Just kidding, I'm not afraid anyway, I'm going to play as much as I want.

Gou Dan, who always loved to follow Lin Chaoyan around, was already thirteen years old—too old to be true. He glanced at Lin Chaoyan briefly before quickly closing his eyes again. He was curled up in his bed, and if it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his abdomen, one would have thought he was dead.

She looked at the icicles, broke off a piece and put it in her mouth to chew; she liked the crunchy feeling of ice in her mouth.

"My goodness! Why are you eating ice?" Du Ming swiftly snatched the ice from Lin Chaoyan's hand.

“It’s so cold, and you’re eating something so cold. Women are delicate, what if you hurt yourself…” Du Ming had come out to ask Lin Chaoyan what she wanted for breakfast, but before she could even eat, she took a big bite of ice, and he was suddenly a beat too slow to react.

Lin Chaoyan felt a little embarrassed, like a naughty child caught doing something wrong. "Don't be in such a hurry! I just wanted to taste it, I won't eat any more..."

Du Ming gave her a reproachful look, "What flavor can this icicle have besides being cold? I'll make you some fried rice..."

"Ugh! I'm really not eating anymore, you go cook! I'm so hungry (ˉ﹃ˉ?)" Hurry up, let's go, I want to have a snowball fight.

Lin Chaoyan used to have snowball fights with her friends, but every time she finally made a friend, they would inexplicably become afraid of her after a short time.

Whether it's building a snowman or having a snowball fight, she does it all by herself! Or she just watches others play.

As I grew up, I rarely saw snow anymore. At most, it was sleet, or a little snow that fell at night, so thin that it was impossible to play with. By noon, the snow had almost melted away.

Du Ming boiled six salted duck eggs. Lin Chaoyan peeled off the top and scooped out the oil with a spoon.

She smiled contentedly and said, "Old Qiu, the salted duck egg you made is absolutely amazing. It's so oily inside."

"Right! I'm awesome, aren't I?" He said, scooping out a piece of egg yolk and putting it in his mouth. "It's so delicious with porridge, especially this salted egg yolk, it's my favorite." His eyes narrowed with satisfaction.

Lin Chaoyan agreed, and after finishing her fried rice, she ordered a bowl of porridge. "Great minds think alike... I also like salted duck egg yolks..."

Several people were building snowmen in various styles when Zhao Ji, whom they hadn't seen in a long time, came to their door.

"Asagao, are you moving?"

Han Dong looked at the woman in front of him. He hadn't seen her many times, but he still recognized her.

"Ayan, you can't leave. We haven't seen each other for so many years, we have to catch up..." Moving? My son is about to arrive, I have to postpone it until he comes.

Moving? The space is still inaccessible; what kind of moving is that? "What's wrong with the child? I don't remember having a son with him?"

Whose child did they steal? I have no interest in being Liu E, the wronged wife in Chinese history. Raising orphans is fine, but this is unacceptable.

Zhao Ji, who was drinking tea, paused. "Child, the birth mother was unkind; that child suffered greatly because of her..."

Zhao Ji initially advised Consort Zheng only because she liked her and couldn't bear to see her son so heartbroken. Women in the harem, once they enter the palace, how can they avoid vying for the emperor's favor? And if they're going to vie for favor, they must claim exclusive rights. But Consort Zheng's biggest mistake was using her own child to gain favor…

Lin Chaoyan only knew that Fusu's birth mother was unknown, and she didn't know who she was or what the people of that country looked like.

"Aren't there other concubines in the harem? Why bring me along? Raising a child isn't like raising a cat or dog. What do you think he should call me when he gets old? Mother? Sister?..." Although he wouldn't have the chance to die of old age, Lin Chaoyan thought of a movie called "Dawn Blossoms Picked at Dusk".

"I'd like to invite you to a movie sometime, called 'Dawn Blossoms Plucked at Dusk.' The protagonist is just like me; she picked up a child and watched him grow up. In the end, the child grew old, but she was still sixteen, and she personally saw him off." When others asked him why his mother was younger than him and how he should face it?

Zhao Ji imagined the scene and suddenly felt pity for the person in front of her. Having gained immortality, she had to endure the departure of those around her one by one, walking alone in the mortal world, ultimately left only with endless loneliness—she was truly a pitiful person.

“That’s a good child. You and Zheng’er can discuss the child’s matter again.” Speaking of discussing, Zhao Ji had to emphasize again, “Ayan, you are my salvation, my benefactor, my guiding light, my best friend, and now you are my child… In the future, it will only be you and Zheng’er. You can discuss and resolve any issues with each other.”

Lin Chaoyan stroked the chicken in her arms; it was 13 years old and had already broken a Guinness World Record. Feeling its life slipping away in her hands, her ability to overcome death largely stemmed from Gou Dan.

"Dog Egg...can you find your way back? Don't go too far..." If you're not smart enough, don't go too far and get lost! Lin Chaoyan's dependence on Dog Egg is stronger than anyone else's.

Wen Ci was unable to return because he lost the coordinates he left on Lin Chaoyan and could not accurately locate himself.

In an attempt to break the ban and return, Lin Chaoyan is currently imprisoned within the Eternal Clan. Meanwhile, the clan has learned of her existence and is trying to rescue her when she faces trial.

"Father, please let me out! Yan Yan is waiting for me, she needs me..."

On that face, as beautiful as the autumn moon, a pair of deep eyes shone with tears, sparkling with urgency, pleading, and sorrow. Beneath those eyes, the high, elegant bridge of his nose further emphasized his unique beauty. And his slightly upturned lips trembled slightly.

“That child’s situation is not as simple as you think. We cannot get involved in this matter. Your father assures you that as long as she can break free, we can protect her even if it means going to the Time Court.”

The speaker wore a long white robe. His eyes were a deep, moist blue, like the unfathomable Aegean Sea under the moonlight, captivating all who looked upon them. His long, flowing golden hair framed his handsome face. He was tall and slender, with snow-white skin and sharply defined features, exuding an aura of regal authority.

"No! We were already involved the moment I fell in love with her. I promised Yan Yan that I would go back to her as soon as possible. Those people are not someone she can handle..." His darling was incredibly soft-hearted. Without someone to remind her, she would be sold out and still help the seller count the money.

“You can’t go. Not only will she jump out, but you will too!” The man’s blond hair fell casually behind him. His blue eyes, which looked at his son, were full of tenderness. Then he turned around and left decisively.

No matter how much Wen Ci pleaded and called out to him, he did not turn around.

"If you really can't find me, then go back!" Lin Chaoyan took a shovel and dug a hole to make a grave for Gou Dan.

Then she offered the first bouquet of spring flowers, and stood in front of Gou Dan's grave for a long, long time...

"It's getting dark..." I don't know if you're back Wen Ci or Gou Dan... I look forward to seeing you, but I don't want you to come back.

"Why does this girl care so much about that stupid chicken? I was thinking of stewing it to avoid wasting it..." It's already late at night, and she's still standing there, which makes Qiu Shenji a little worried.

"Dog Egg contains a fragment of Zhao Yan's ex-boyfriend, her first love. His name is Wen Ci, and he accompanied her for a very, very long time… In Zhao Yan's heart, he was the sun, the lighthouse, the guiding light…" No one can replace him, because he was the best Lin Zhao Yan had ever met. Even if those who come after him are better or more outstanding, they cannot erase the traces of his existence…

"So, Lao Qiu! Don't joke about Gou Dan anymore..." A child raised in happiness treats even being abducted like a vacation. Han Dong envies her and admires her greatly...

Looking at Lin Chaoyan's thin, lonely, and forlorn figure, Mo Nanfeng felt a pang of heartache. This time, he didn't resist; he longed to rush over and embrace that figure.

The last snow of spring arrived, gradually growing heavier from scattered snowflakes. The white snow dyed her dark hair, kissed her eyelashes, and embraced her body.

A light blue oil-paper umbrella appeared above her head, and a deep, expectant voice sounded behind her.

"Chao Chao, could you share some of your love for him with me?" she said, tightening her grip on the umbrella handle.

"Break up? Wouldn't that make me a player? That's exhausting!" Lin Chaoyan refused outright. "Your curse is lifted! Let's cut our losses! Let's become sworn siblings and family..."

It doesn't matter if he's her husband's brother or sister; siblings are fine too! Calling him "Dad" is also fine.

Rejected on his first confession, Mo Nanfeng felt a mix of pain, disappointment, and resentment. He quickly came to terms with it, saying, "My love for you has always been my own business! It has nothing to do with you. My love will not be a burden to you..." Love is never about possession. If loving me will make you happy, then don't love me.