Chapter 4: Sunset and Gentle Melodies
The sun slowly descended, casting a golden-orange hue across the vast flower fields. Thiên Lam sat on the wooden steps of her porch, savoring a warm cup of chamomile tea. The evening breeze brushed through her hair, carrying the soft scent of lavender and wildflowers.
Sparrows chirped as they called each other home. In the distance, the flower fields swayed gently in the wind, creating a soothing, wordless melody. These quiet sounds seemed to embrace her soul, washing away the remnants of fatigue.
She closed her eyes and listened to the whispers of nature. No longer the blaring noise of traffic, no longer the endless work calls—only the sweet serenity of the land.
As the last rays of sunlight lingered on the treetops, Thiên Lam stood up and stepped into the kitchen. She wanted to prepare a simple yet heartwarming dinner—a bowl of creamy pumpkin soup, a plate of garlic sautéed greens, and some freshly baked bread.
The small kitchen glowed warmly under the golden light. The rich aroma of the soup gradually filled the air, blending with the delicate scent of cinnamon from the small herb jars on the wooden shelves.
Carefully, she ladled a steaming bowl of pumpkin soup and sprinkled some toasted cashews on top. The first spoonful touched her lips—sweet pumpkin, creamy milk, and the nutty crunch of cashews melded together, bringing a quiet warmth deep into her heart.
A simple meal, nothing extravagant, yet it carried a profound sense of peace.
After dinner, Thiên Lam decided to take a walk around the flower fields. Under the vast night sky, stars twinkled like tiny whispers of forgotten tales.
She walked barefoot on the soft grass, feeling the coolness of the earth beneath her feet. Around her, the wildflowers swayed under the gentle moonlight, resembling tiny lanterns flickering in the dark.
Here, she was no longer a busy woman caught in the rush of city life. She was simply Thiên Lam—a girl who cherished peace, savoring each quiet moment, treasuring the simplicity of it all.
Looking up at the endless sky, she took a deep breath. Tonight, everything was silent, except for the rhythmic beating of her heart, in sync with the pulse of nature.
Another day had passed, as gently as the breeze through the flower fields.
(Chapter 4 - End)
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