The child-like Xu Changāan stranded on a deserted island, encountered Miss Yun, who looked about twenty-five. Calling her "auntie," or even treating her as a mother figure, might not be impossible, in fact, it could be quite reasonable.
Itās because Xu Changāan carried the memories of a past life, possessing the appearance of a child and the temperament of a teenager. This prevented their relationship from being compressed into something unspeakable.
Thus, Yun Qian occasionally thought, Xu Changāan retained the memories of his "past life" when coming to the island, rather than being the child he appeared at first sight... "Frosty Heaven" did a good job with this, rarely showing such insight.
Otherwise... even Miss Yun would have experienced something she wouldnāt want to go through a second time.
Moreover, she had experienced it more than once.
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Xu Changāan: "..."
He lowered his head, looking at the words "Miss Yun" trapped within the paper lines, and glanced at the distant, dazed Yun Qian, unable to hold back a sigh.
Since Yun Qian said to him, "Donāt call her mother," she had been in a daze.
Xu Changāan felt quite helpless. The paper could trap the inked Yun Qian, but who could tell him what kind of invisible framework could trap the thoughts of Miss Yun in front of him, preventing her from always flying too far?
Mother?
What a joke.
Even if the girl indulged him so much, it was mutual. Didnāt he dot upon the girl too? Could it be said that he was the girlās father?
Xu Changāan put down the brush, walking slowly toward Yun Qian, his fingers curved in front of her pale forehead.
"Dong."
Outside the window, the wind and clouds seemed to tremble with the light muffled sound, even the curtain of rain paused for a moment before crashing chaotically, pouring down.
After the muffled sound, Yun Qian looked up.
"Miss, can I ask, what unmentionable things do you think about all day?" Xu Changāan asked seriously.
Yun Qian looked up, smelt the faint ink scent on her husbandās body, which was the silent heart fragrance, ardent yet simple, just like his character.
Memories scattered by reality, Yun Qian silently breathed a sigh of relief, not covering the painful spot on her forehead, but held Xu Changāanās hand and said, "Thinking of you."
"..." Xu Changāanās eyes twitched: "Am I the unmentionable thing?"
"Not that I canāt let you know." Yun Qian felt the warmth in her palm, lowering her brow and said, "Itās just too much, I donāt know where to start."
Her husband, unlike her, couldnāt bear too much.
Yun Qian knew he didnāt want or wish to bear these.
"Anyway..." Yun Qian looked up: "You mustnāt call me mother. I donāt like it."
"..."
After a silence.
Xu Changāan glanced at the mirror, as if he could see several black lines appearing on his head from the clean mirror surface.
Numbed.
The person was numbed.
But yet he couldnāt muster any anger because the girlās current state was a bit strange, he could only coax her childishly, shaking his head and said: "Miss, when did I ever call you mother?"
"I just said, you mustnāt." Yun Qian shook her head.
She rarely used such "commanding" words, using them this time showed she genuinely disliked it.
"Even... within the small intimacy between husband and wife, you mustnāt?" Xu Changāan blinked.
"...What is that?" Yun Qian was confused.
"Nothing now." Xu Changāan confirmed that Miss Yun was quite serious at this moment, thus he was even more puzzled: "Miss, are you okay?"
Xu Changāan wondered if the girl was muddled due to overwork.
"Iām fine." Yun Qian shook her head, then seemed a bit headache, her fingertip pressed to her temple.
What does it feel like to raise your husband as a child.
She didnāt know, nor did she want to know.
"You have a mother, sheās still alive, I canāt be counted." Yun Qian suddenly said, making Xu Changāanās heart, which was worried about Yun Qian, tremble violently, then he stared at her.
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Does Miss Yun... know what sheās saying.
Seeing Xu Changāan fall silent, Yun Qian only then realized what she had said in her "panic."
She made a mistake.
The mistake wasnāt knowing the "mother" of Xu Changāanās current body was still alive.
The mistake was, Xu Changāan had shown several times he didnāt want to know about the past, yet she still spoke anyway due to a momentary slip.
"Could you... pretend you didnāt hear it?" Yun Qian bit her lip.
Xu Changāan was silent for a moment, then said: "Miss, you indeed seem to know what happened before I lost my memory."
"I know." Yun Qian thought she didnāt know everything, she just knew what she wanted to know.
"Is it strange?" Yun Qian asked.
"Not strange." Xu Changāan shook his head.
He had said long ago, if the girl indeed had a family behind her, how could his identity be concealed from Yun Qianās eyes?
"Itās just a bit complex, things about myself that I donāt remember, yet Miss knows clearly." Xu Changāan held Yun Qianās hand, not knowing what he felt.
"Miss says... my mother is still alive?" Xu Changāan asked.
"Mm." Yun Qian responded, then her voice lowered a bit, adding: "So, sheās alive, you canāt call me mother, thatās also the rule in the book."
Xu Changāan: "..."
Still remembered.
Xu Changāan sighed: "Pretend I didnāt hear this sentence."
Yun Qianās face lost some color, her knuckles turned white.
"Ah." Xu Changāan was stunned for a moment, then added: "I donāt mean pretending not to hear the prohibition to call you mother, I mean... Miss talking about my past, I can pretend I didnāt hear it."