Soft jade and gentle fragrance entered his embrace, yet Xu Changâan didnât carefully appreciate the beauty of the girl. He whispered, "Miss, whose dream is this really... yours or mine?"
Listening to Xu Changâanâs words, Yun Qian was unsurprised and asked calmly, "Does it matter?"
Yun Qian often responded like this.
In many matters, it seemed as though only when Xu Changâan explicitly told her "itâs important" would she seriously contemplate the underlying significance.
After all, the girlâs physical strength was limited; overthinking something would exhaust her, and her strength... was extremely precious for certain momentary tasks and couldnât be squandered.
"Should be imp..." Xu Changâan was about to speak when he saw Yun Qianâs earnest gaze. After a sigh, he swiftly averted his gaze, "It doesnât matter either."
Whether it was her dream or his own, there was nothing worth caring about.
"Why isnât it important again?" Yun Qian slightly yawned, leaning on Xu Changâanâs shoulder. "You obviously care about it."
"I meant to say, if itâs not important, why does Miss repeatedly suggest and guide me that this is not my dream but yours?" Xu Changâan shook his head, supporting Yun Qianâs waist, "Thinking now, it has nothing to do with Miss."
The wind blows, trees move, tree moves, wind followsâwas it the wind moving, or the tree?
Xu Changâan closed his eyes, feeling the soft jade in his embrace.
He knew, the wind hadnât moved, the tree hadnât moved, the heart had moved.
Everything he said and did was to conceal this fact.
"I donât understand." Yun Qian gripped the bath towel on Xu Changâanâs chest, wrinkling it, openly expressing her confusion.
"To me, dreams are things that make me happy." Xu Changâan resumed walking, "Logically speaking, whoever dreams should be more at ease... Though Miss says this is your dream, Iâm quite delighted, be it the island or the hot spring, they are both my favorites."
This dream, no matter how it looked, seemed tailored for him, how could it be the girlâs dream?
"You like it?" Yun Qian affirmed, "But I also like it very much."
"Really?" Xu Changâan was momentarily stunned by her words.
Yun Qian softly leaned against Xu Changâanâs neck, calmly saying, "So, today... who feels happier, then whose dream is this? Itâs the first time Iâve heard such a notion."
"Who knows."
Listening to the girlâs words, Xu Changâan inevitably felt somewhat embarrassed but didnât continue the conversation.
Because he very well knew, regarding whose dream it was, it truly didnât matter.
Just like flipping a coin, the coinâs sides arenât important, because in the moment of tossing it, the heart had already chosen.
When Xu Changâan asked aloud, he already understood this question was meaningless since Yun Qian was in his embrace.
Indeed, Yun Qianâs method was effective, after being "left" at the hot spring by Yun Qian, something in Xu Changâanâs heart was like a river with its sluice opened, rushing forward unstoppably.
And the best way to resolve unease was to hold Miss Yun in his arms, imprint her as his own, or... become hers.
In such circumstances, whose dream it was didnât matter.
Moreover, Xu Changâan even hoped it was Yun Qianâs dream, because in the dream, there was only him, which indicated the girlâs heart was full of him.
Yet, Xu Changâan also wished it was not Yun Qianâs dream, for rationality still made him feel Yun Qian shouldnât have her whole heart hung upon him; she should pursue more worthwhile things.
Men are always so conflicted.
Just like he always told Yun Qian to broaden her horizon yet forgot that he had always seen her as the most worthy pursuit.
Not understanding the principle of not imposing on others what he himself does not desire, how to lead by example?
"...Youâre sometimes quite a strange person." Yun Qian was as serenely composed as ever, but it was clear her mood was good.
Because her husbandâs gaze had become even more intense.
"Am I?" Xu Changâan coughed, thinking that since only a bath towel was present, being "strange" wasnât actually strange.
"Yes." Yun Qian could feel her husbandâs heart beating rapidly.
It turns out, slight unease had this advantage.
Yun Qian embraced Xu Changâan, thinking she didnât want to eat fruit anymore.
She learned the emotion known as greed from Xu Changâan.
She aimed to be the fruit that was eaten.
Such a thought shouldnât count as being insatiable, right?
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The breeze was like rain, passing through the spring valley and sweeping over the warm stones, creating sounds that were continuous, unending.
Previously alone in the hot spring, Xu Changâan found these noises annoying, but now with the girl in his arms, he found them particularly pleasant.
Reluctantly, Xu Changâan entered the Mystic Passage and placed Yun Qian down, while he himself went behind the screen to start dressing.
Behind the screen, Xu Changâanâs movements were somewhat stiff.
With the warm ground, the long Mystic Passage, some climbing Cyan Rattan on the wall, quiet flowers and plants in the corner, and even the crisp sound of bamboo knocking from the distant springs...
Everything felt so secure and comfortable.
Yet Xu Changâan couldnât calm down.
Whenever he closed his eyes, it was the girl.
Facts proved that excessive suppression indeed led to what happened now; Xu Changâan realized he had stepped on the brink of a cliff.
Sighing.
Once again suppressing his emotions, half a foot stepped off the cliff as Xu Changâan finished dressing, walked out from behind the screen, and then... covered his face with one hand.