CHAPTER 361: 0229 WHOSE DREAM (TWO-IN-ONE)

Yun Qian’s eyes were as calm as silk. She thought of herself as a manipulative, puppet-like third party, controlling her husband’s life, truly a bad woman.

How could she not know to be tender-hearted?

She should care for him more, yet she didn’t offer gentleness or affection, instead, she made him worry about her.

Fortunately, before witnessing the dust settle, she still has many things to do.

Yun Qian raised her head, thinking she always claimed to be an ordinary girl... but this didn’t make her truly ordinary.

"Ordinary... what does it mean?"

Yun Qian stood up from the Cold Spring, sitting securely on the shore, just like in the courtyard, dipping her feet into the rapidly flowing water, quietly gazing afar.

Amidst the mist, the girl’s fingertips flickered with a sharp, cold light, like a Silver Needle, with fresh blood still lingering on its tip—that was Xu Chang’an’s blood.

Yun Qian sniffed the needle’s tip at her nose, her eyes narrowed into a slit.

Xu Chang’an’s hand was once pricked by a Silver Needle while learning embroidery, the girl remembered this incident.

She could say that seeing the wound on Xu Chang’an’s hand made her see, she still kept the Silver Needle he used to make clothes for her, still retained this needle that had wounded her husband.

Yun Qian lowered her head, her finger pressed against her heart.

This Silver Needle, carrying Xu Chang’an’s scent, now pierced her heart.

With a slight prickling pain, soon, a drop of blood bloomed in the water.

It stopped precisely before her heart; any further would harm her viscera. The needle’s light turned, leaving a scar down Yun Qian’s fair skin, the blood blossoming in the water like flowers.

The scene was somewhat startling, because it was probably blending with Xu Chang’an’s blood, Yun Qian smiled.

But this scene could not be seen by others, because if her husband saw it... he’d surely worry himself to madness.

The sky began to darken with clouds, a streak of Smoke Rain fell by the valley, soft rain and wind brushed outside the valley, as if draping a veil over the sky.

"Why did the wind suddenly pick up?"

In the hot spring, Xu Chang’an looked up, seeing the once merely overcast sky brightened slightly, heavy clouds began to shift with the wind, the weather oppressive yet stifled with some gloom.

Big winds weren’t uncommon at all.

Yet such scenes inevitably reminded Xu Chang’an of the past.

Back then, Smoke Rain fell in the courtyard, yet Yun Qian always lazily lay on a bamboo chair, watching the little rain under the eaves early, gazing at the sky, her eyes soft, not knowing what she thought about.

Only when he appeared by her side did the girl show a faint smile, asking him to bring a plate of snacks.

Xu Chang’an nostalgically stretched, looking at the bamboo chair in the hot spring’s warm stone corner, used for Yun Qian to rest when tired.

At this moment, the bamboo chair was empty.

A fleeting melancholy appeared in Xu Chang’an’s heart, but he quickly recovered, murmuring, "I don’t know... what Miss is doing."

He missed her a bit.

He was almost done soaking.

Time to find the girl.

Thinking this, Xu Chang’an quickly rose from the hot spring, glancing back at the empty bamboo chair, quickened his steps considerably.

——

"Is this the feeling of heartache?"

Yun Qian lowered her head, watching the crimson gradually seeping from her heart, observing some blood being instantly purified in the spring water, frowning slightly.

Reciprocity was the girl’s rule.

She had made Xu Chang’an worried, naturally, she had to return it.

Now it seemed, this couldn’t count as punishment on herself, it more reminded her of one thing.

She was never an ordinary girl.

Even if the pain and fatigue in her body were real, she wouldn’t die like an ordinary person.

"Sure enough, it doesn’t count as punishment..." Yun Qian was thoughtful.

Using things Xu Chang’an had used to "hurt" herself, instead of punishment, it might as well be a benefit for the girl, quite liked it.

With a thought, Yun Qian’s wound was stitched up.

She shook her head, pondering one thing.

Her earlier actions, were they really punishment on herself for making Xu Chang’an worried?

"No."

It was just because she was separated from her husband, wanting to "snuggle" with his aura, after all, Yun Qian voluntarily left, the initial awkwardness of the "little parting" in "a little parting makes the heart grow fonder" was first felt by her, the initiator.

Yun Qian carefully stored the Silver Needle stained with Xu Chang’an and her blood, murmuring, "Ordinary... girl."

She probably couldn’t manage that.

After all, even if she had already lowered herself to such a state, even if everything was made into the image of a sickly woman, as long as there was a hint of aura, or even a touch of "her" in any memory...

"Yun Qian" still couldn’t be touched by such a lowly concept as "death," remaining high above in the Frosty Heaven.

Can an undying woman really be considered an ordinary girl?

No, she can’t.

Someone like herself in her husband’s novels would be considered a monster.

Therefore, in the constant timeline, a girl who doesn’t die, a girl who always makes her husband pay a price, will inevitably have a day when she becomes tiresome, this too is a destined occurrence.

Hmm.

Actually, she’s not undying, after all, if she were undying, how would Yun Qian in the future turn into a memory stored in a Treasure Vault.

There are many ways to kill, death is the most superficial type.

For instance, if Xu Chang’an wanted to kill her, a single sentence would suffice.

Yun Qian lowered her eyelids, realizing the needle he used wouldn’t do, it has to be him personally.