Clearly, its intelligence has not been developed for long, inherently childlike, completely unaware of why its cultivation in the Open Source Realm was held immobile by this delicate woman, even... it inexplicably felt a huge terror, almost, almost scared enough to wet the girl.
"Li Hua and Pear Blossoms are the same, but you are Xiaohua, the special one... who asked him to give you a name." Yun Qian sat on the pillow, placing Li Hua in front of her.
This Li Hua is the Demon Race bloodline stripped away by Wen Li through a secret technique, a part of her body and soul.
Although Wen Li can still sense some of its feelings, seeing them as an independent entity is perfectly reasonable.
At this moment, although Yun Qian had let go, Li Hua still dared not move at all.
"Xu Xiaohua, this name..." Yun Qian lowered her head with a smile, the curve of her lips very beautiful.
Xiaohua stayed there, staring blankly at Yun Qian’s smile, after a moment, trembling even more.
In Yun Qian’s eyes, Li Hua being given the surname "Xu" by Xu Chang’an was itself an absolute recognition, how could she harm Xu Chang’an’s beloved little pet?
"He said if he had the chance to raise a pet, he hoped for a raccoon." Yun Qian spoke gently, her fingers brushing Xiaohua’s fur: "You are the raccoon."
Xiaohua’s fur stood on end.
"Don’t be afraid." Yun Qian pinched Xiaohua’s pale yellow ears, thinking that maybe it’s just a pet, wondering if Xu Chang’an treats this Mao’Er as a daughter? Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt
His daughter would then be her daughter.
Only, why a raccoon, perhaps a little girl would be better?
Yun Qian’s finger touched Xiaohua’s forehead.
The Mao’Er seemed to sense something, trembling fiercely.
However, Yun Qian thought for a moment and chose not to do anything excessive.
Her husband likes adorable Mao’Er, if truly transformed into a lovely little girl, he’d certainly not like it.
"You’re quite good." Yun Qian praised, gently lifting Li Hua.
Xu Chang’an had no idea that the little thing coming to play with him was now scared out of its wits; he was seriously managing the spiritual qi in the orchard.
Initially, he thought about inviting Yun Qian to appreciate his orchard, but the girl was always thinking of Hongxing, so he thought better of it.
It’s a pity, for he originally wanted to tell Yun Qian that the time he spent watering and caring for the orchard was very dull, mostly spent missing her.
This sweet talk, he’d pondered for several days, felt it usable.
But now there was no chance to say it.
Xu Chang’an walked to a slender small tree, pure white with seemingly faint silver and pink traces swirling on the surface, observing the crystalline fruits bending the branches.
Xu Chang’an looked on with a peculiar expression.
This fruit... somewhat gives a heart-shaped impression.
With spiritual power hastening ripeness, they’re already edible, though few in number, the first batch’s taste and effect unknown, so not offering them to Miss Yun and Mr. just yet, waiting until they are perfected for them to sample.
On the way down the mountain, bring a few for Steward Zhu to see if there’s anything amiss.
This fruit was originally requested by Zhu Pingniang for him to plant.
"Beauty Fruit looks so lovely, Xiaohua... might be demanding to eat."
Recalling the obedient Li Hua, Xu Chang’an couldn’t help curling his lips: "A cat doesn’t eat meat, would it eat fruits."
Someday, Yun Qian will need to see the little fellow, maybe she’d like it—because he himself does.