Under the sunlight, Xu Changâanâs Spiritual Power transformed into mist, surrounding the area and adjusting the temperature to a comfortable level.
After Yun Qian said she was unhappy, he became very nervous.
"..."
Xu Changâan had never imagined that Miss Yun would get upset over something, after all, the only time one could see her get anxious was when she was picking flowers.
He simply couldnât fathom what kind of thing could make her angry.
At this moment, Yun Qian repeated twice that she was unhappy. Xu Changâan could tell she was genuinely upset... but after thinking about it a lot, he really couldnât figure out what he did to make her unhappy.
Should I not have teased her?
No, thatâs not right.
That was something in the dream, it doesnât count.
"Did I... do something wrong?" Xu Changâan asked cautiously.
He couldnât afford not to be cautious; Miss Yun wasnât the type to get angry, but she was the kind to keep things buried in her heart. Some things, if he didnât ask, she would likely keep bottled up inside forever.
"Itâs not exactly wrong, Iâm just a bit unhappy," Yun Qian said, recalling the content of a novel, and asked, "At this moment... should I make you guess why Iâm unhappy?"
Xu Changâan: "..."
Is it just an illusion?
He felt that Miss Yun seemed to be in a pretty good mood.
"Miss, are you really angry?" he asked.
"Just unhappy, not really angry." Yun Qian tilted her head and watched Xu Changâan for a while, thinking that if she were truly angry, then no way would that system be this quiet.
Even though its backhand wasnât worth mentioning, it would show some reaction.
"Why are you smiling?" Xu Changâan asked, "Are you tricking me? I truly donât know what upset you, Miss."
Generally speaking, a comment like his would probably lead to a quarrel in a normal marriage.
But Yun Qian wasnât an ordinary girl. She silently watched him for a while, then shifted her gaze to the mist around them.
The memories that surged forward, catching her off guard, not only made her worry about the future but also contained beautiful things... Just like the current everyday life of Miss Yun and Xu Changâan. Remembering those beautiful memories, how could she not be happy?
Ignorance is bliss.
So she wanted to experience these beautiful things a little longer.
Does it really take one or two days for Miss Yun to process and completely seal these memories?
No.
She just wanted to look at it again, to take another look.
But these things couldnât be told to him.
"..." Yun Qian didnât speak.
Xu Changâan also didnât speak, quietly watching her.
Even though he didnât want to admit it, Miss Yunâs eyes were growing increasingly bright recently. She seemed to possess more and more of that "human" essence... Perhaps he should have brought Yun Qian out for a stroll earlier, instead of always staying cooped up in the small Beisang City.
However, looking into Yun Qianâs eyes, Xu Changâan realized something.
She wasnât joking.
Her mood was genuinely bad.
What kind of look was that?
Like moonlight falling upon the deep sea mist.
Like a spark gradually dissipating in the snow after a flame rises.
It seemed as though she remembered something, and her eyes lit up brightly, but then dimmed until she turned her head and saw the young man sitting beside her, a subtle smile reappearing on her face.
Xu Changâan was never a dull person, otherwise, he wouldnât always be compared to a delicate girl.
In their daily interactions, he could smell the faint, timeless scent from her very early on.
Since their first meeting, he grew from a child to a young man, but Miss Yunâs body showed not a single trace of time.
Her past was probably much more profound than he had imagined.
Yet he rarely brought up this topic.
Ignorance is bliss, Xu Changâan thought.
What kind of memory did the young lady remember now... Xu Changâan was very curious, but as a competent steward, the best thing he could do was remain silent.
After a long while, Yun Qian calmly said, "I got distracted."
"I know you have little energy today." Xu Changâan took hold of Yun Qianâs hand and said, "So, Miss, what makes you unhappy? Let me guess... could it be that todayâs lunch was not to your liking?"
"I liked it very much." Yun Qian patted her belly; the feeling of fullness had not yet dissipated.
"Then..." Xu Changâanâs tone rose a bit, "Could it be because that night I didnât go along with what you wanted and didnât spend some time with you... so youâre unhappy?"
"At first, maybe a little." Yun Qian calmly withdrew her hand from Xu Changâanâs and lowered her head, "Later... it didnât matter as much."
What she wanted, she got it all in the dream. That feeling of nearly dying... she couldnât feel it when he wasnât dreaming.
Yun Qian thought Xu Changâan was dreaming; she was not.
Whenever she got close to him, it would definitely be her real self, not some dream version; otherwise, she wouldnât be so exhausted that even picking flowers was an effort... But since Xu Changâan didnât ask, she wouldnât say, so it couldnât be considered lying.
"What is it?" Xu Changâan seemed troubled, "I really canât figure out the reason... Miss, could it be because the gentleman was pestering you, so youâre unhappy?"
"It was that day." Yun Qian confirmed.
"Ah? Was it the day the gentleman came as a guest?" Xu Changâan was stunned.
"Mhm." Yun Qian nodded.
"Miss, you... bear grudges more than I thought," Xu Changâan said helplessly, "So if I hadnât asked, you really wouldnât have mentioned it?"