The child-like Xu Chang’an stranded on a deserted island, encountered Miss Yun, who looked about twenty-five. Calling her "auntie," or even treating her as a mother figure, might not be impossible, in fact, it could be quite reasonable.
It’s because Xu Chang’an carried the memories of a past life, possessing the appearance of a child and the temperament of a teenager. This prevented their relationship from being compressed into something unspeakable.
Thus, Yun Qian occasionally thought, Xu Chang’an retained the memories of his "past life" when coming to the island, rather than being the child he appeared at first sight... "Frosty Heaven" did a good job with this, rarely showing such insight.
Otherwise... even Miss Yun would have experienced something she wouldn’t want to go through a second time.
Moreover, she had experienced it more than once.
He lowered his head, looking at the words "Miss Yun" trapped within the paper lines, and glanced at the distant, dazed Yun Qian, unable to hold back a sigh.
Since Yun Qian said to him, "Don’t call her mother," she had been in a daze.
Xu Chang’an felt quite helpless. The paper could trap the inked Yun Qian, but who could tell him what kind of invisible framework could trap the thoughts of Miss Yun in front of him, preventing her from always flying too far?
Even if the girl indulged him so much, it was mutual. Didn’t he dot upon the girl too? Could it be said that he was the girl’s father?
Xu Chang’an put down the brush, walking slowly toward Yun Qian, his fingers curved in front of her pale forehead.
Outside the window, the wind and clouds seemed to tremble with the light muffled sound, even the curtain of rain paused for a moment before crashing chaotically, pouring down.
After the muffled sound, Yun Qian looked up.
"Miss, can I ask, what unmentionable things do you think about all day?" Xu Chang’an asked seriously.
Yun Qian looked up, smelt the faint ink scent on her husband’s body, which was the silent heart fragrance, ardent yet simple, just like his character.
Memories scattered by reality, Yun Qian silently breathed a sigh of relief, not covering the painful spot on her forehead, but held Xu Chang’an’s hand and said, "Thinking of you."
"..." Xu Chang’an’s eyes twitched: "Am I the unmentionable thing?"
"Not that I can’t let you know." Yun Qian felt the warmth in her palm, lowering her brow and said, "It’s just too much, I don’t know where to start."
Her husband, unlike her, couldn’t bear too much.
Yun Qian knew he didn’t want or wish to bear these.
"Anyway..." Yun Qian looked up: "You mustn’t call me mother. I don’t like it."
Xu Chang’an glanced at the mirror, as if he could see several black lines appearing on his head from the clean mirror surface.
The person was numbed.
But yet he couldn’t muster any anger because the girl’s current state was a bit strange, he could only coax her childishly, shaking his head and said: "Miss, when did I ever call you mother?"
"I just said, you mustn’t." Yun Qian shook her head.
She rarely used such "commanding" words, using them this time showed she genuinely disliked it.
"Even... within the small intimacy between husband and wife, you mustn’t?" Xu Chang’an blinked.
"...What is that?" Yun Qian was confused.
"Nothing now." Xu Chang’an confirmed that Miss Yun was quite serious at this moment, thus he was even more puzzled: "Miss, are you okay?"
Xu Chang’an wondered if the girl was muddled due to overwork.
"I’m fine." Yun Qian shook her head, then seemed a bit headache, her fingertip pressed to her temple. This text is hosted at novel⁂fire.net
What does it feel like to raise your husband as a child.
She didn’t know, nor did she want to know.
"You have a mother, she’s still alive, I can’t be counted." Yun Qian suddenly said, making Xu Chang’an’s heart, which was worried about Yun Qian, tremble violently, then he stared at her.
Does Miss Yun... know what she’s saying.
Seeing Xu Chang’an fall silent, Yun Qian only then realized what she had said in her "panic."
The mistake wasn’t knowing the "mother" of Xu Chang’an’s current body was still alive.
The mistake was, Xu Chang’an had shown several times he didn’t want to know about the past, yet she still spoke anyway due to a momentary slip.
"Could you... pretend you didn’t hear it?" Yun Qian bit her lip.
Xu Chang’an was silent for a moment, then said: "Miss, you indeed seem to know what happened before I lost my memory."
"I know." Yun Qian thought she didn’t know everything, she just knew what she wanted to know.
"Is it strange?" Yun Qian asked.
"Not strange." Xu Chang’an shook his head.
He had said long ago, if the girl indeed had a family behind her, how could his identity be concealed from Yun Qian’s eyes?
"It’s just a bit complex, things about myself that I don’t remember, yet Miss knows clearly." Xu Chang’an held Yun Qian’s hand, not knowing what he felt.
"Miss says... my mother is still alive?" Xu Chang’an asked.
"Mm." Yun Qian responded, then her voice lowered a bit, adding: "So, she’s alive, you can’t call me mother, that’s also the rule in the book."
Xu Chang’an sighed: "Pretend I didn’t hear this sentence."
Yun Qian’s face lost some color, her knuckles turned white.
"Ah." Xu Chang’an was stunned for a moment, then added: "I don’t mean pretending not to hear the prohibition to call you mother, I mean... Miss talking about my past, I can pretend I didn’t hear it."