The girl always lacks a sense of time. In warm weather, Yun Qian likes to sit on the stone bench in the stream to soak her feet, feeling the warm, clear water flowing between her toes, while eating the snacks he makes.
Sometimes, she could sit there for the whole day. If he didnât pick her up, her toes would be soaked pale.
Just like now.
Xu Changâan grasped Yun Qianâs ankle, a layer of faint blue light glided over his fingers as he instinctively invoked Spiritual Power, then Yun Qianâs toes gradually returned to normal.
Having done all this, Xu Changâan met Yun Qianâs gaze, only then realizing... he was dreaming.
He didnât need to simulate Spiritual Power; just a thought would suffice.
Speaking of which, when he was activating his cultivation just now, that feeling of Spiritual Qi flowing from his Elixir Field throughout his body... it was as if it wasnât a dream, incredibly real.
Xu Changâanâs eyes were vacant.
Yun Qian: "..."
Her husbandâs lack of romanticism was a constant. Although Miss Yun wouldnât be angry, watching him ignore her and get lost in thought made her water-like eyes grow a bit deeper.
"You returned a bit late today," Yun Qian said softly.
Xu Changâan quickly realized he had been daydreaming. He coughed, "Did I?"
"Mm."
Yun Qian observed Xu Changâan as he stored away the book she was reading and the fruit plate in his Storage Ring, saying, "Iâve already read three volumes of that book."
"Really? Well... itâs indeed been a while." Xu Changâan nodded, thinking it was true.
Before, when he was busy outside, Yun Qian could really spend the whole day alone reading here.
However, after saying that, Xu Changâan paused.
This kind of peaceful, everyday conversation... made him feel as if he had truly returned to the past, as though he never went to Chaoyun Sect, never left the island.
Speaking of which... what should he be doing now?
He couldnât ignore this "dream-exclusive Yun Qian" who was identical to her, but truly hardening his heart to do something to the dream girl was impossible too.
Pausing in his thoughts, he saw Yun Qian reaching out to him: "Take me back to our room."
Without thinking much, Xu Changâan instinctively took Yun Qianâs hand, embraced her, and, after lifting her off the stone bench, naturally carried her on his back.
This action could be said to be ingrained in his genes.
After being carried, Yun Qian wrapped her arms around Xu Changâanâs neck, her chin resting on his shoulder, her expression finally improved.
Xu Changâan wasnât aiming for anything; he followed the girlâs wishes, walking slowly towards the center where their "bridal room" was. Meanwhile... Yun Qianâs subtle fragrance kept invading his nostrils. While recalling the reality, Xu Changâanâs blood ran wildly in two streams throughout his body. Fortunately, he could endure, and coupled with his lowered head, Yun Qian didnât notice anything amiss.
Speaking of which.
This dream really chose a good moment, since if their relationship hadnât been confirmed yet, he wouldnât have dared to openly take advantage of Yun Qian.
Being able to casually be close... was something that only happened later.
Just take it as reliving daily life, Xu Changâan thought as he entered the pavilion, crossed the threshold, slightly bouncing the girl on his back, and said with a smile, "Miss, I made some new snacks for you to try later."
"Okay." Yun Qian nodded slightly, then suddenly said, "Whatâs on your left hand?"
"On my hand?" Xu Changâan looked at the illusory Storage Ring on his left ring finger, blinked, and said, "A ring?"
As a married man, Xu Changâan hadnât thought much before putting the ring on his left ring finger, representing a wedding ring. As for why it was a wedding ring here, perhaps it was because a vein from the left ring finger is connected to the heart?
"I know itâs a ring." Yun Qian spoke quietly in Xu Changâanâs ear, "I... donât like it."
"Donât like it?" Xu Changâan realized something.
This is his dream; everything he knows, the girl knows too.
Of course, how could there be a wedding ring with only one, without one for the girl?
"If you donât like it, I wonât wear it." Xu Changâan changed his mind, and the silver ring on his hand transformed into a streak of light, appearing as a Storage Pouch at his waist.
"Is this okay?" Xu Changâan asked.
"Yes." Yun Qian nodded, thinking although she wanted a ring given by Xu Changâan, for now... having her hair tied up was enough.
Xu Changâan laughed at the girlâs cuteness while reminding himself.
In the future, even if he got a Storage Ring... he must pay attention when wearing it, and if there arenât a pair, he shouldnât place it in the wedding ring position.
And thereâs another thing.
This calmness and subtleness that when scrutinized reveals dissatisfaction, truly resembles Miss Yun.
"Miss, weâre here." Xu Changâan said as he opened the roomâs door. With a pleasant scent wafting in, the entrance revealed a cloud screen.
The room was exquisite, furnished with all essentials, the embroidered quilt patterns on the bed were delicate, and there was an clothing rack hanging with clothes he used to wear.
Mm.
The original single bed had been changed to a double bed, and the single pillow had been replaced with twin pillows.
Xu Changâan coughed lightly, and after putting as Yun Qian down, he said: "Miss, take a rest for a while. Iâll go prepare some hot water and then get the snacks ready."