The surname from my past life holds no significance. In this life... in this life, I regained consciousness around the age of ten, with a blank memory, having no clue of my own surname.
"What did Miss just say about Miss Gu being lucky? I didnāt quite get it." Xu Changāan was cooking, he scooped a simple spoonful of soup to Yun Qianās lips. Watching her eat, he smiled and said, "Being found by Miss is the true luckāitās a wonderful coincidence."
A debt of life-saving, a debt of guidance... Of course, now itās not a debt, but affection.
"Coincidence?" Yun Qian savored the balanced sweetness in her mouth and said, "And your matters... you donāt wish to know?"
"My matters?"
"Memories."
Xu Changāan had ten years of blankness, which he didnāt know or remember, but Yun Qian knew all about it.
"Is it important?" Xu Changāan shook his head, "What valuable memories could ten years of a childās life hold?"
Yun Qian pondered, then said, "Family."
"Isnāt Miss my family?"
"Is this a sweet nothing?" Yun Qianās closed eyes twitched slightly.
"Itās a fact. Iām not one for sweet nothings," Xu Changāan curved his lips, "Alright, the smoke is rising. Miss should wait outside."
"Oh."
Watching Yun Qian leave, Xu Changāan walked over, closed the door, and continued cooking, handling the fish and shrimp diligently.
"Family?"
Thinking of Yun Qianās words, Xu Changāan remained silent for a moment, then sighed softly.
People all have parents.
Could he have been picked up by Yun Qian, survived to the age of ten, and sprung out from a rock?
So, before losing his memory, he must have had parents. As for being stranded on a deserted island due to an accident or something... it was unimportant.
Xu Changāan had actually always been avoiding this matter because who knows what those memories would entail.
Thinking about it, the first person he saw opening his eyes for the first time in his life was Yun Qian, which was the most perfect thing on earth for Xu Changāan.
Moreover, not looking back, only looking forward, was his way of conducting himself.
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Yun Qian left the kitchen and lay down on the bamboo chair. By then, it was evening, and the red lanternās light on the Moon Sect cast a somewhat eerie shadow on her face.
Yun Qian removed the ribbon from before her eyes, her eyes glistening.
In truth, the memories of the childhood before ten could have been a worthy experience, so Xu Changāan losing his memory was really not Miss Guan Yunās fault.
But since Xu Changāan claimed not to care about those memories, she also chose to disregard them, thinking about something else instead.
Was their encounter a coincidence?
What is a coincidence?
Was Gu Qiancheng being surnamed Gu and Xu Changāan encountering an accident and amnesia at ten just a coincidence?
These were things Yun Qian didnāt know. However, her meeting with Xu Changāan was certainly not a coincidence.
A coincidence refers to things changing just right, perfectly aligned.
But in this world, the shorter a lifeās existence, the more apparent the state of "coincidence" manifests in it.
If someone lives long enough, so long that words cannot describe it, then the development of things has lost meaning for them, and coincidence does not exist around them either. Hence, to such a person...
All encounters in the world are a reunion after a long time apart.
The word coincidence sounds trivial, yet if one calls it destiny, it becomes a pressing weight on oneās chest.
But Miss Yun is not human, she hardly ever pants unless sheās running or on the bed with her husband.
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Yun Qian stretched lazily on the bamboo chair, a slight sound escaping her lips.
Why is she so concerned with the surname "Gu"?
By logic, her husband is Xu, so she should care about Xu and not Gu.
This also had a reason.
For Xu Changāan, what he wants is Slowly Plan Changāan, events that are past have no reason to look back.
It was the same in the past life, the hidden island with his wife, and his memory before ten.
"Slowly Plan Changāan" is his name, not "Gu Wang Changāan."
But if you reflect on Yun Qian, youāll find sheās always doing something else entirely.
Again and again, looking and longing for "Changāan."
In this sense, the word Gu has special significance for Yun Qian.
She really likes the term āLife at Peace No Matter What Happens.ā
If Xu Changāan has nothing to do in the future, the lost memories could give him some amusement.
As for Gu Qiancheng, Xu Changāan didnāt explicitly express dislike, so Yun Qian hasnāt entirely discarded the idea of making her and her husband their daughter... Just see how they get along in the future. If Xu Changāan really likes her, then this matter can be discussed again.
For now, waiting for dinner is more important.
Yun Qian thought she should also look forward, hence Xu is more important than Gu.
"Madam Xu..."
She certainly wants to hear someone address her like that.
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Inside the room.
The small table was crammed with an assortment of items. At a glance, one could notice the precious White Jade dish holding a gold-patterned red crab. The sauce was fully prepared, with the crab claws already pried open, continuously emanating white steam, making oneās mouth water. Other rare delicacies from the sea filled the table, bursting with aroma.
"This is..." Yun Qian looked at the dishes before her and sighed, "I just told myself not to look back, and yet forgot... Youāre making dishes that remind me of life on the island."
Crab, sea.
How could this not remind her of island life?
"Iām just simply making dinner; what are you talking about?" Xu Changāan looked at Yun Qian curiously.
"Itās nothing," Yun Qian replied seriously. "The one who continuously makes me look back, again and again... surely, itās your fault."
From the small seeing the great, her "encounter" with Xu Changāan was no coincidence; it was all his fault.
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Xu Changāan narrowed his eyes, not completely understanding Yun Qianās meaning, "Gu Wang? Still thinking about the name issue?"
He, of course, didnāt understand.
"Nothing," Yun Qian shook her head, moved a small stool to sit beside Xu Changāan, picked up the ribbon, and blindfolded her eyes again, naturally saying, "Iāll leave it to you."
"Feed you?"
"Wasnāt it your idea?" Yun Qian replied with her eyes closed.
"...Very well." Xu Changāan reached out, snapped a crab claw, and the tender crab meat slipped down, gently swaying on the plate.
For a moment, the entire room was filled with an enticing aroma.
"These are homegrown ingredients from within the sect. Theyāre easy to digest, Miss can eat more," Xu Changāan said.
"Hmm." Yun Qian nodded, slightly opening her mouth in Xu Changāanās direction, enjoying the service from her husband. After eating the crab meat, Xu Changāan picked up a glass cup, with a slightly translucent pale color glimmering under the warm light.
"Take a sip," said Xu Changāan.
"What is it?" Closing her eyes, Yun Qian felt a certain mystery.
Bowing her head, she drank a sip from the glass cup and asked, "Is this... pear juice?"
Sour and sweet, almost instantly driving away her earlier weariness.
"Itās pear," Xu Changāan smiled, "Pears from the Hundred Herbs Garden, just perfect to cleanse the palate. That raccoon on Muyu Peak loves this fruit the most."
"Not bad," Yun Qian nodded.
Mainly sweet with a hint of tartness, it was refreshing and appetite-enhancing.
"..." Xu Changāan curled his lips, his hand resting on Miss Yunās cheek, feeling her soft breath with his fingers. "Miss, you should take off the blindfold."
"Why?" Yun Qian wondered, "Is there a problem?"
They had only eaten crab meat and a glass of pear juice, not long at all.
"I made it especially visually appealing and tasty," Xu Changāan said helplessly, "If Miss canāt see the presentation, what difference does it make if eating bugs-shaped dim sum from before?"
The delicacies, just like Miss Yun, must be both beautiful and delicious.
A wifeās beauty goes unnoticed if the lights are off; the flavor of food diminishes if eaten with eyes shut, losing much of the enjoyment.
"Thereās a difference," Yun Qian didnāt remove the blindfold but said, "Itās the difference between eating by myself and being fed by you."
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