Learning to play games, a 40-year-old woman achieves a remarkable turnaround.

The noise and splendor of a wedding are like dazzling fireworks; after their ultimate brilliance, they eventually return to the tranquil and warm morning light.

When Yuan Bao woke up in his spacious bedroom, the sunlight outside the window had already gently bathed the floor, and the air was filled with a sense of peace and contentment after everything had settled down.

She walked barefoot to the French windows and gently pulled back the sheer curtains.

The morning sunlight poured in without reservation, bringing a refreshing warmth and illuminating every corner of the room.

In the garden downstairs, a few early birds hopped and chirped on the branches, while further away, the city gradually awoke in the morning light, with the sound of traffic like a distant background noise.

This tranquility is so precious.

Yuan Bao took a deep breath, feeling the fullness and peace in his chest.

Her peak attribute of 200 points in the real world allows her to more keenly capture the vitality and beauty contained in this tranquility—the warmth of the sun, the freshness of the air, and the coolness of the morning breeze are like an amplified sensory feast, clearly conveying the texture of life.

She wore soft loungewear and quietly left the bedroom, not wanting to disturb Xiao Zhi and Xiao Jiu who were still fast asleep (Xiao Jiu was curled up in the cat bed at the foot of Xiao Zhi's bed, sleeping soundly).

The living room was spotless, with only a few wedding favor boxes in the corner, still bearing the lingering festive spirit of yesterday.

Yuan Bao habitually went to the kitchen and asked Xiao Xiaobai to prepare breakfast for the family.

However, when she reached the kitchen door, she heard a very faint, yet incredibly melodious, humming sound coming from inside.

It's Aunt Yuan.

My mother, dressed in comfortable cotton loungewear, stood with her back to the door in front of the bright kitchen counter.

The morning light outlined her no longer young but still upright back.

She held a white porcelain bowl in her hand and was gently stirring it with a whisk, humming a light and melodious tune that Yuan Bao had never heard before.

The melody carried an indescribable youthful spirit, as if it had traveled through time.

Yuan Bao didn't go in immediately. Instead, he leaned against the door frame, quietly watching his mother's back with a smile.

She could sense that her mother was feeling more relaxed and joyful than ever before, and the humming she was singing was a pure and heartfelt happiness.

This is not just the satisfaction brought by my son getting married; there seems to be a deeper, more heartfelt sense of lightness.

Yuan Bao understood: her mother's "restart" journey in the game world had begun to nourish her real life.

The soul that has been suppressed for too long by the burdens of life and has forgotten that it once had dreams and songs is being awakened and is regaining its vitality.

That belated "perfection" that belongs to Yuan Ma is quietly blossoming.

As if sensing the gaze, Yuan's mother turned around and saw Yuan Bao. A warm smile immediately bloomed on her face: "Bao'er, you're awake? Why didn't you sleep a little longer? You must have been exhausted yesterday."

"I slept very well, Mom." Yuan Bao walked into the kitchen and naturally took the bowl from his mother's hand. "What song were you humming? It was so nice."

A hint of girlish shyness flashed across Yuan Ma's face, her eyes somewhat distant: "Ah? It's nothing, it's just... it's a tune I heard when I was young, and somehow, it just came to mind this morning."

She didn't say much, but the gentle light in her eyes, touched by memories, made Yuan Bao understand.

"Let me do it, Mom, you rest." Yuan Bao skillfully took over the breakfast.

"I'm not tired, Mom will help you." Yuan's mother stood happily beside her daughter, helping to wash the fruit and set the table.

The mother and daughter worked together seamlessly in the morning light, the kitchen filled with the aroma of fried eggs, toasted bread, and rich coffee.

There were few words exchanged, only the soft clatter of pots and pans and the occasional warm smile exchanged between them.

As breakfast was prepared and set on the table, Xiao Zhi rubbed his eyes and led Xiao Jiu (who was already beaming with energy and holding its tail high) out.

"Good morning, Grandma! Good morning, Mom!" The little one's voice was still sleepy, but his eyes lit up immediately when he saw the delicious food on the table.

"Good morning, Xiaozhi! Go wash your face and brush your teeth, get ready for breakfast!" Aunt Yuan urged with a smile.

Sunlight streamed through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, bathing the entire restaurant in its warmth. It illuminated the pristine white tablecloth, the exquisite tableware, and the steaming food. It also lit up the smile lines around Yuan Ma's eyes, Xiao Zhi's rosy cheeks, and Xiao Jiu's black and white fur, which shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.

The air was filled with the aroma of food and a sense of comfort known as "home".

As Yuan Bao watched this scene, his heart was filled with a clear and peaceful feeling.

The eldest brother, Baoguo, and Lin Qing should be enjoying the laziness and sweetness of their first day of marriage in their own bridal suite.

Perhaps the pair of heirloom gold bracelets on Lin Qing's wrist are shimmering with a warm luster in the morning light, symbolizing the beginning of a new life and the continuation of good fortune.

The mother hummed a youthful lullaby, her brows furrowed with the ease and satisfaction of being relieved of a heavy burden. The new life she experienced in the game world was quietly changing her mindset in reality.

My son, Xiaozhi, is healthy and lively, and is growing up strong by my side.

And I, possessing wisdom and strength, safeguard this hard-won peace, and also have the composure to calmly watch the clouds drift by.

All the worries have found their best destination.

All the efforts have yielded a perfect result.

All the secrets have become nourishment for happiness.

She picked up a piece of golden-brown toast, spread jam on it, and handed it to her sleepy-eyed but expectant son.

"Thank you, Mom!" Xiaozhi said sweetly.

"Eat up," Yuan Bao said with a smile, pouring herself a glass of warm milk.

She picked up her glass, her gaze slowly sweeping across the sun-drenched restaurant, over her mother's gentle, smiling profile, over her son's adorable face as he puffed out his cheeks to eat, and finally landing on the vibrant city skyline bathed in the morning light outside the window.

At this moment, there is no need for further travel, planning, or proof.

To retire gracefully after achieving success brings peace and harmony to one's family.

This is the most real and precious fulfilling life she achieved after weathering storms and enduring hardships.

She lowered her head, took a sip of warm milk, and a silent yet incredibly satisfied smile spread across her lips.

A new day begins peacefully amidst the warm sunshine and the tranquil aroma of porridge.