Fairy in the Sunset

The following evening, Mu Qingxi sat at her desk, turned on her computer, and created a new folder, typing in the name: That Year.

At that moment, her husband appeared in the study once again, carrying a cup of milk. He said, “You’ve finally decided to write. Here, drink this before you start.”

After finishing the milk, Mu Qingxi said, “Honey, look, I just made a folder and named it ‘That Year.’ What do you think the book’s title should be?”

Her husband leaned on the desk with one hand and replied, “Didn’t we say it would be called ‘Fairy in the Sunset’ back then? Just use that—it brings back memories.”

She nodded and wrote it down. In the middle of the document, she typed a few words, then looked at her husband and asked, “Fairy in the Sunset. If I’m the fairy, what are you?”

He chuckled, “If you’re the fairy, then I’ll be the devil. After all, I was a real troublemaker back then. Otherwise, people might say you’re sugarcoating my past.”

She laughed, “You really know yourself well! Come here, let me give you a kiss as a reward.”

After their playful banter, Mu Qingxi pushed her husband gently. “Alright, go watch your game. I’ll be out soon.”

“Okay,” he replied simply, and then she was alone in the study. She placed her hands on the keyboard and began to type rapidly, without the slightest hesitation—just like that, the words began to flow.

An hour later, she looked up at the study door, listening to the sounds drifting from the living room. Her face softened with a trace of tenderness. On her birthday this year, Qin Y