The girl always lacks a sense of time. In warm weather, Yun Qian likes to sit on the stone bench in the stream to soak her feet, feeling the warm, clear water flowing between her toes, while eating the snacks he makes.
Sometimes, she could sit there for the whole day. If he didn’t pick her up, her toes would be soaked pale.
Xu Chang’an grasped Yun Qian’s ankle, a layer of faint blue light glided over his fingers as he instinctively invoked Spiritual Power, then Yun Qian’s toes gradually returned to normal.
Having done all this, Xu Chang’an met Yun Qian’s gaze, only then realizing... he was dreaming.
He didn’t need to simulate Spiritual Power; just a thought would suffice.
Speaking of which, when he was activating his cultivation just now, that feeling of Spiritual Qi flowing from his Elixir Field throughout his body... it was as if it wasn’t a dream, incredibly real.
Xu Chang’an’s eyes were vacant.
Her husband’s lack of romanticism was a constant. Although Miss Yun wouldn’t be angry, watching him ignore her and get lost in thought made her water-like eyes grow a bit deeper.
"You returned a bit late today," Yun Qian said softly.
Xu Chang’an quickly realized he had been daydreaming. He coughed, "Did I?"
Yun Qian observed Xu Chang’an as he stored away the book she was reading and the fruit plate in his Storage Ring, saying, "I’ve already read three volumes of that book." Google seaʀᴄh ɴovᴇl(ꜰ)ir(e).nᴇt
"Really? Well... it’s indeed been a while." Xu Chang’an nodded, thinking it was true.
Before, when he was busy outside, Yun Qian could really spend the whole day alone reading here.
However, after saying that, Xu Chang’an paused.
This kind of peaceful, everyday conversation... made him feel as if he had truly returned to the past, as though he never went to Chaoyun Sect, never left the island.
Speaking of which... what should he be doing now?
He couldn’t ignore this "dream-exclusive Yun Qian" who was identical to her, but truly hardening his heart to do something to the dream girl was impossible too.
Pausing in his thoughts, he saw Yun Qian reaching out to him: "Take me back to our room."
Without thinking much, Xu Chang’an instinctively took Yun Qian’s hand, embraced her, and, after lifting her off the stone bench, naturally carried her on his back.
This action could be said to be ingrained in his genes.
After being carried, Yun Qian wrapped her arms around Xu Chang’an’s neck, her chin resting on his shoulder, her expression finally improved.
Xu Chang’an wasn’t aiming for anything; he followed the girl’s wishes, walking slowly towards the center where their "bridal room" was. Meanwhile... Yun Qian’s subtle fragrance kept invading his nostrils. While recalling the reality, Xu Chang’an’s blood ran wildly in two streams throughout his body. Fortunately, he could endure, and coupled with his lowered head, Yun Qian didn’t notice anything amiss.
This dream really chose a good moment, since if their relationship hadn’t been confirmed yet, he wouldn’t have dared to openly take advantage of Yun Qian.
Being able to casually be close... was something that only happened later.
Just take it as reliving daily life, Xu Chang’an thought as he entered the pavilion, crossed the threshold, slightly bouncing the girl on his back, and said with a smile, "Miss, I made some new snacks for you to try later."
"Okay." Yun Qian nodded slightly, then suddenly said, "What’s on your left hand?"
"On my hand?" Xu Chang’an looked at the illusory Storage Ring on his left ring finger, blinked, and said, "A ring?"
As a married man, Xu Chang’an hadn’t thought much before putting the ring on his left ring finger, representing a wedding ring. As for why it was a wedding ring here, perhaps it was because a vein from the left ring finger is connected to the heart?
"I know it’s a ring." Yun Qian spoke quietly in Xu Chang’an’s ear, "I... don’t like it."
"Don’t like it?" Xu Chang’an realized something.
This is his dream; everything he knows, the girl knows too.
Of course, how could there be a wedding ring with only one, without one for the girl?
"If you don’t like it, I won’t wear it." Xu Chang’an changed his mind, and the silver ring on his hand transformed into a streak of light, appearing as a Storage Pouch at his waist.
"Is this okay?" Xu Chang’an asked.
"Yes." Yun Qian nodded, thinking although she wanted a ring given by Xu Chang’an, for now... having her hair tied up was enough.
Xu Chang’an laughed at the girl’s cuteness while reminding himself.
In the future, even if he got a Storage Ring... he must pay attention when wearing it, and if there aren’t a pair, he shouldn’t place it in the wedding ring position.
And there’s another thing.
This calmness and subtleness that when scrutinized reveals dissatisfaction, truly resembles Miss Yun.
"Miss, we’re here." Xu Chang’an said as he opened the room’s door. With a pleasant scent wafting in, the entrance revealed a cloud screen.
The room was exquisite, furnished with all essentials, the embroidered quilt patterns on the bed were delicate, and there was an clothing rack hanging with clothes he used to wear.
The original single bed had been changed to a double bed, and the single pillow had been replaced with twin pillows.
Xu Chang’an coughed lightly, and after putting as Yun Qian down, he said: "Miss, take a rest for a while. I’ll go prepare some hot water and then get the snacks ready."