CHAPTER 353: 0224 PEOPLE ALWAYS HAVE THINGS THEY CAN’T DO (TWO IN ONE)

In the hot spring, upon closer inspection, the entire sky seemed to brighten.

It was clearly not yet night, yet it felt like sunrise.

The night was about to end though the sky wasn’t clear yet, but it would be soon.

Yun Qian’s face was flushed, as she quietly soaked in the spring water, her gaze blankly staring at the scenery outside, occasionally glancing at the teapot on the grass, and she held Xu Chang’an’s hand a bit tighter.

The young lady was blushing, all because the hot spring was too warm. Her body was frail and she couldn’t stay in the hot spring for long periods.

Hmm.

Mountains and rivers, after looking at them for long enough, are just like that, incomparable to her beloved one.

Yun Qian was gazing at the scenery, while Xu Chang’an was gazing at her.

It was daylight, but as this was a dream, it couldn’t be logically explained. Xu Chang’an simply thought that he couldn’t see the lady’s face clearly at night, hence it turned to day.

At this time, Yun Qian’s eyelashes lightly trembled, the heat from the spring gathered into a droplet and slipped down; she blinked her crystal clear eyes without saying a word.

Xu Chang’an noticed this, took a damp silk cloth, and gently wiped away the sweat from her face. But perhaps because she had been soaking for too long, Yun Qian’s neatly arranged long hair suddenly came loose, cascading down like a waterfall, as if ink had dripped into the water, tinting the surface with the color of her dark tresses.

Seeing this, Xu Chang’an picked up the hairpin that had fallen into the water and placed it aside, then carefully dried Yun Qian’s face before speaking: "Miss, it’s getting late, let’s go out and rest for a while."

"It hasn’t been too long." Yun Qian wasn’t concerned about her long hair falling, just softly said, "Only... less than a quarter hour has passed."

"A quarter hour?" Xu Chang’an thought how it felt like several hours had passed to him.

However, this was a dream, and the flow of time could not be subjectively judged.

The young lady was a figure in the dream, so what she said was correct; if she said a quarter hour, it was a quarter hour, if she said a year had passed, then a year had passed.

Xu Chang’an looked at the unnatural redness on Yun Qian’s face and said, "A quarter hour is long enough, Miss’s health isn’t good, you shouldn’t stay in the warm spring for too long, you should go to the back and wake up if you’re feeling tired."

"It’s alright." Yun Qian looked at him, earnestly said, "I can manage a quarter hour on the couch before losing strength, I’m tougher than you think."

A hot spring couldn’t possibly be more exhausting than intimacy.

Even though they both have the ’warm’ character, they can’t be compared.

Speaking of which, Wen Li also has the ’warm’ character.

The young lady’s mind was very dispersed.

Xu Chang’an: "..."

Tough?

No wonder you’re a lady, comparing a hot spring to intimacy.

I...

What Xu Chang’an wanted to say got stuck in his throat, he truly didn’t know what to say, the young lady’s words were quite difficult to refute.

He really wanted to pinch Yun Qian’s cheeks and pull them, then say: "Miss, you truly are impressive."

But instead, he sighed and teased: "Silly girl."

"..."

Silly girl?

The red on Yun Qian’s ears grew even more vivid, silently preserving that voice in her most cherished memories.

Xu Chang’an’s fingers couldn’t resist gripping one of Yun Qian’s strands that had fallen into the water.

The young lady had excellent hair quality, even if not deliberately groomed, it would smooth out after swaying in the wind... Xu Chang’an felt Yun Qian’s dark hair slip through his fingers, catching the light fragrance of soapwort and forcefully restraining himself from leaning down to take a deep breath.

When Yun Qian’s hair fell loose, there was an indescribable tranquility; in his eyes, the lady, less oppressive than before, gained a touch more adorableness, making it hard for him to look away despite his rapid breathing.

"Miss, let me tie your hair up for you."

"Mm."

Xu Chang’an skillfully lifted Yun Qian’s hair ends from the water, tidying the young lady’s hair, his gaze paused for a moment on the bath towel on the shore, reminiscing he said: "Indeed, as soon as you return, memories of the past come flooding back, the garment I made for Miss..."

"Still kept."

Yun Qian thought this was a treasure she liked very, very much; even when it came time in the future to settle accounts, that blue garment would certainly be among her most cherished possessions.

"But you can’t wear it, why keep it?" Xu Chang’an shook his head, though he was also accustomed to the young lady’s hobby of "collecting junk."

"You made it." Yun Qian said, interrupting Xu Chang’an’s act of tying her hair and grabbing his hand, as her hair fell into the water once again, Yun Qian carefully studied the reassuring palm of Xu Chang’an’s hand.

"What are you looking at?" Xu Chang’an found it a bit strange.

"The scars left by the needle." Yun Qian said.

"Miss, that was so many years ago, where are there scars left for you to see?" Xu Chang’an withdrew his hand from the lady’s fingertips.

"As long as I wish, I can see them." Yun Qian pursed her lips, then asked: "Why is it that... after that, you never made me clothes again?"

Lately, alterations and embroidery on clothes had become commonplace, but fully handmade garments, there was only that one.

"My modest skills, patching and mending is fine, but making clothes would degrade Miss’s beauty?"

Xu Chang’an’s fingers rested on Yun Qian’s chin, gently tilting up her face, until Yun Qian’s eyelashes quivered slightly, then he let go.

"Back then, I had just learned the skill, was overflowing with confidence, but actually... I was nothing, there were better ones, and no need for me."

He had just begun knitting, a whim had led him to make a garment, resulting in sloppy stitching; places that needed to be cinched were loose, a blue dress ended up looking like a long robe, and what’s more, it was...