Looking at Miss Yun quietly sitting on the bedside, her eyes covered, Xu Chang’an was slightly startled.
This is naturally something he can’t lie about.
He loves Yun Qian’s eyes, but that doesn’t prevent him from liking the way Yun Qian covers her eyes.
He knows why Yun Qian would cover her eyes again, it’s because Yun Qian discovered his throbbing heart.
"My fickle heart can’t be hidden from you, and indeed, I really like it." Xu Chang’an sighed, gently stroking Yun Qian’s face before saying, "I’ll go make dinner."
Whether it’s treating the blindfold as Miss Yun’s whim or a little fun between husband and wife, feeding Yun Qian now is the most urgent task.
"Mm." Yun Qian responded.
Xu Chang’an picked up the plate on the bedside, noticing that a few unsightly pastries were missing, and glanced back at Yun Qian.
The girl had a ribbon over her eyes, said nothing, and was exceptionally obedient.
Xu Chang’an’s lips curled up, but he said nothing.
Indeed, as long as it’s something he requests, Yun Qian will carefully consider it.
Today, he’ll make some tasty food to reward her; he can’t let his wife feel wronged.
Xu Chang’an first collected various items exchanged with Contribution Points and stored them, then using Yun Qian’s Jade Talisman, he exchanged for some shrimp and crab, ingredients, and slipped into the kitchen.
With her eyes closed, listening to the sounds in the kitchen, Yun Qian slowly rose from the bed and walked into the study.
In front of the window were brushes, ink, paper, and ink slabs, with a faint scent of ink merging with the sugary aroma from the Sweet Bag on the table, filling the room with sweetness.
Yun Qian really liked this scent; she didn’t remove the ribbon from her eyes as she steadily picked up an orange cake from the desk, took a small bite, then suddenly put it down, no longer eating.
Xu Chang’an makes her delicious food, which makes Yun Qian long for the island life, so she’d rather starve a bit to eat more crab later.
Wiping her hands, Yun Qian flipped over a new sheet and dipped her pen in ink.
During this time, her eyes remained covered, yet it seemed she could see everything in front of her, with no obstacles in her actions.
This isn’t because she can see outside with her eyes covered, but because her husband is busy in the kitchen, making this "home."
Yun Qian has everything in her home engraved on her heart, remembering all details even without looking.
Yun Qian let her hand flow, leaving two characters on the white paper.
Slightly lifting the blindfold, Yun Qian tilted her head to admire it for a while, feeling very fond, because her writing now holds more of her husband’s charm.
These two characters were naturally "Chang’an".
Looking at the simple ink strokes, Yun Qian’s eyes grew slightly intoxicated, as if something was washing over her, even making her bones feel softly weak.
She exhaled a warm breath, like petals, the scent spreading and becoming more fragrant.
Her lips felt somewhat dry.
"I’m thirsty." Yun Qian said calmly in the study.
Though the kitchen was at the other end, Xu Chang’an’s response had no delay; within moments, he brought in a bowl of warm ginger grass tea and put it on the table.
At this moment, Yun Qian was covered with a red silk ribbon over her eyes. She took a sip from the bowl, set it down, and said to Xu Chang’an, "Be serious while you’re cooking, don’t always focus on me over here."
"I return these words to you, Miss." Xu Chang’an said helplessly, "Just practice writing, can’t you take off the blindfold?"
"Why take it off?" Yun Qian questioned.
"Let me think." Xu Chang’an laughed, "Not taking it off, you mean... do you want me to feed you while eating?"
Yun Qian tilted her head at the words, "That’s actually a good idea."
Xu Chang’an was initially joking, but seeing his girl being so serious, he shook his head helplessly, then glanced at the paper on the table.
Since the first time he’d seen it, Yun Qian’s writing had continuously progressed; its color, shape, intensity, lightness, dryness, the breaks, and connections, all exuded the delicate touch unique to a woman’s hand, as if clouds disappearing in mist, a breeze bringing blossoming flowers.
To speak plainly, today’s writing unusually carried a spring-like warmth of a woman.
All originating from the simple characters "Chang’an" in the corner.
"Miss, did you think of the island?" Xu Chang’an asked.
When he started learning to read, Yun Qian, being his first teacher, initially taught him to recognize "Chang’an," although he hadn’t yet decided his surname between "Xu Chang’an" or "Gu Chang’an," so Yun Qian only taught him his name.
"Why do you think so?" Yun Qian asked in confusion, just because she was making seafood dishes, he thought she was reminiscing?
"It’s also the first word Miss taught me to write." Xu Chang’an stated matter-of-factly.
"I like it, so I’ll write it anytime." Yun Qian said, her nose twitching, "Go cook."
With a smile, Xu Chang’an returned to the kitchen to continue his work, while Yun Qian, her heartstrings being stirred by Xu Chang’an, slowly walked to the kitchen, still with the blindfold on, leaning against the doorframe to face the direction where Xu Chang’an was busy.
Because she couldn’t see, she could better feel his breathing, footsteps, and the sounds of cooking.
Thus, the atmosphere in the kitchen became exceptionally warm and comfortable.
At this moment, on Tripod Heart Peak, a young girl dressed in a floral skirt, her long hair tied into a ponytail, with a Little Bell hanging from her waist, walked with a swaying sound.
She pushed open her painted wooden door and said loudly, "Sister Liu, I’m back."