Itâs precisely because Xu Changâan likes watching her and Gu Qiancheng together that sheâs so patient, that she stays here to inquire.
Seeing Yun Qian so familiar, Xu Changâan was stunned for a while.
"Itâs not that I like it, I wasnât smiling... donât make me sound like a fool... never mind."
He felt overwhelmed by Miss Yunâs logic and could only honestly explain: "At that time, I was thinking if Miss were to have a daughter, maybe she would be like this, so I looked a bit longer."
He wasnât looking at Gu Qiancheng, just seeing his own daughter through her.
"Since you treat her as a daughter," Yun Qian was puzzled, "then why not let her be a daughter..."
"...?" Xu Changâan finally realized he had fallen into the old dilemma again.
He couldnât reason with Miss here; how could he forget this important thing?
"Miss."
"Hmm?"
"An adopted daughter cannot compare to a biological daughter. If I favor an outsider now, wonât the fatherly love for our own daughter be less in the future," Xu Changâan said.
"Is that so?" Yun Qian blinked, looking down at her own flat abdomen: "But I canât conceive a child."
"We still have a long future ahead," Xu Changâan said, feeling his hand slightly warm as he placed it on her belly, "Besides, Iâm still just a child."
He said it cheekily, but Xu Changâan felt justified; in his previous life, he was still preparing for senior high school exams at this age, naturally he could claim to be a child.
Yun Qian felt the warmth through her body, lowering her eyes.
No matter how hard she tried, she could not continue his life, always... it was like this.
Therefore, she was so serious about wanting to find a daughter for him, not as compensation, just seeing the husband wanting a daughter that she could not provide... she felt unhappy.
This was her guilt, unlike shame, guilt didnât require a moral conscience, it only arose from those she cared about.
Thus when facing her husband, Miss Yun felt guilt.
Yun Qian looked at him, softly said: "If only I were just an ordinary girl."
Outside the Cloud Boat, the fragmented and dense electric arcs tore through the space, creating crowded black fissures, but they dissipated cleanly when approaching the Cloud Boat.
"Arenât you ordinary?" Xu Changâan smiled, "Admitting you have secrets now?"
"I never denied it," Yun Qian said, finger resting by her ear, "Do you want to know?"
"I used to," Xu Changâan turned his head at her words, looking at the gloomy sky outside the Cloud Boat: "Now, I donât."
"Reason," Yun Qian asked.
"Same reason as not wanting to know about my mother."
"Mother?" Yun Qian was stunned for a while, beautiful eyes flickering before realizing that this mother wasnât about herself but his biological mother of this body.
Xu Changâan didnât want to know his family, one was to give Miss his entire heart, two... also not wanting to disrupt the current peaceful life.
It was the same with Yun Qian, this wasnât avoidance, but after so many years, Xu Changâan knew well... he didnât need to know Missâs secret.
"But youâll know sooner or later." Yun Qianâs mood gradually worsened, a drizzle fell from the sky.
"People will die sooner or later, still have to live," Xu Changâan shook his head, holding her hand, "Once I know in the future, looking back at this conjecture-filled time will still be very beautiful, wonât it?"
Yun Qian looked at him for a while, thinking what he said made sense.
Everyone will die, her husband too, but she wouldnât avoid it just because of it because whatâs important is not the outcome.
Yet...
"Do I seem foolish?" Yun Qian stared at him, "Tell the truth."
She didnât believe Xu Changâan didnât want to know her secrets.
Clearly when he found a moment of her distraction, heâd ask, even during the moments when she spaced out for "a quarter of an hour," he had asked.
If others knew this opportunistic behavior, surely theyâd say he was inhuman.
Yes, Xu Changâan had even berated himself like that; indeed, he wasnât acting humanely.
"I knew I couldnât hide from you, Miss," Xu Changâan said, "Of course I want to know, which husband wouldnât want to know when the wife hides secrets for years?"
"Then why... did you lie to me." Yun Qian said, noticeably unhappy.
"Not lying... well, yes." Xu Changâan sighed softly, "I want so much to know the secret, to the point it keeps me awake, the reason I donât ask isnât fear of disrupting the current comfort, nor cowardice, even not what some might call beautiful nonsense about this time being lovely; the reason is just one."
"What is it?" she asked.
Feeling the breath of Miss so close, Xu Changâan said calmly: "Because you donât want to say, thatâs all."
He had used many methods, some could even be said to be despicable, yet he still couldnât pry a single word from her lips... so, after confirming Yun Qian didnât want to say, he seldom asked.
Attempting to forcibly change Miss, this thing he had tried a few times, but didnât want to do anymore.
"I donât want to say, so you donât ask, thatâs how it is." Yun Qian slightly clutched a bit of Xu Changâanâs clothing, her pitch-black eyes glowed, the good mood congealed into a pool of water, visibly about to overflow.
"Miss is rarely like a child," Xu Changâan said helplessly, "Are you happy?"
"Very happy," Yun Qian nodded.
Missâs mood improved, even the rain above softened considerably.
"Too sincere." Xu Changâan sighed, he used to feel pride was troublesome, but Miss being too honest actually made him want to know what a prideful Miss would be like.
Imagine, one day Miss Yun blushing like Gu Qiancheng yet holding his arm and saying: "I hate you most"...
What sort of scene would that be?
It should be the end of the world.
Xu Changâan felt his daydream was very vivid.
Miss Yun didnât know what was inside her serious husbandâs head, she continued to ask: "If one day, I want to tell you, youâd want to know, right."
"I want to know now too," Xu Changâan returned to his senses, clicking his tongue.
"But I donât want to say."
"So I donât ask."
"Oh." Yun Qian pondered for a while, seriously staring at him, "Then... if in the future, I still canât conceive a child, what should be done."
He wants a daughter so much, surely heâd be unhappy.
Previously, the young manâs resoluteness, maybe it was because she had no daughter.
Seeing Yun Qianâs somewhat pale fingers, Xu Changâan froze, attempting to ask: "Miss, in the family behind you, isnât there a rule forbidding women to have children, or youâre a family Saintess, you canât have children and such?"
Associating with Yun Qianâs previous topic, Xu Changâan drew such a similar conclusion.
"???" Yun Qian had a question mark floating above her head.
"I see, it isnât, I knew it." Xu Changâan breathed a sigh of relief, then met Yun Qianâs gaze.
A wife asking her husband what the standard answer to not being able to conceive a child was.
In ancient times, the answer was naturally cruel because among filial deeds, having no offspring was the greatest unfilial deed.
But Xu Changâan didnât care about these; he only cared about Miss Yunâs thoughts.
This moment wasnât about reassuring Miss sheâd certainly conceive, even less about talking about the benefits of cultivation allowing her to have children... because once she asked, the question was already built on the premise of "no matter what she canât conceive."
Explaining too much, it wouldnât ease her heart, instead, sheâd feel you want children so much.
Therefore, the standard answer should be telling her, whether or not there are children, heâd like her just the same.
Xu Changâan thought this way but opened his mouth.
"If thereâs no daughter, then Iâll treat Miss as one."