Chapter 375: 0237 The Difference Between a Young Lady and Nuwa (2-in-1)
Women are always sensitive and sentimental, perhaps due to their experiences. Miss Yun still needs to practice how to be jealous, but when it comes to having a cluttered mind, she doesn’t need anyone to teach her.
After all, Xu Chang’an is someone prone to overthinking. What good can Yun Qian learn from him?
It’s just a pity that Yun Qian’s rare moment of being melodramatic in thousands of years was stomped to dust by Xu Chang’an.
Xu Chang’an also realized that this wasn’t quite appropriate of him.
After all, Yun Qian was rarely sentimental.
However, Xu Chang’an thought there were not many ways to express emotion. Sentimentality could be conveyed through poetry, enjoying the scenery, or entertainment, not in the way Yun Qian was, being dazed over a wilting flower.
"Will a flower blooming again in the spring be the same one?"
Is this a question Yun Qian should be asking? It doesn’t fit with her style.
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Yun Qian stood dumbly in place, pondering Xu Chang’an’s words.
As long as it looks beautiful, does it matter whether it’s the same flower?
Though it makes sense, can it be applied to Xu Chang’an? Yun Qian wasn’t sure, considering he was different from Miss Wen, not quite a flower.
"Miss, try this."
Yun Qian was in a daze, when she felt Xu Chang’an bring something to her lips, and without much thought, she parted her cherry lips slightly.
Soon, a peculiar fragrance arrived. She instinctively bit down, and as something broke open, subtle aromas mingled with bitterness and a richly sweet aftertaste filled her mouth, making Yun Qian blink involuntarily.
She looked at Xu Chang’an’s hand and saw a beautiful string of flowers, with blue-violet blossoms, small and densely packed petals, slender and delicate filaments, exceedingly beautiful.
"Tastes good, doesn’t it?" Xu Chang’an, noticing the brightness in Yun Qian’s eyes, picked another petal of the orchid and said, "When there’s a chance, I’ll make candied flowers from it for you, and it will taste even better."
"The petals... are alright." Yun Qian pursed her lips, then revealed a little smile as Xu Chang’an offered another petal, which she slowly chewed, savoring the exotic flavor.
Xu Chang’an watched, the corners of his mouth curling up.
There’s a saying that fairies eat petals and drink dew.
"Miss, do you still care about that flower?" Xu Chang’an, looking triumphant, said, "Instead of worrying if the flower that wilts and blooms again next year is the same one, why not think about whether next year’s weather will allow these delicious flowers to grow again? These azaleas are quite particular, and producing edible ones of this quality in reality depends on whether Heaven favors us."
"...Eat?" Yun Qian blinked, then placed the white flower back behind Xu Chang’an’s ear, staring blankly at him.
"What’s the matter?" Xu Chang’an sensed something was off.
"Nothing, it’s just... delicious." Yun Qian mumbled.
The girl’s voice was clear and then she laughed.
Before her was a cluster of flowers, but as she smiled, the entire world seemed to bloom.
"The flower, very tasty." Yun Qian said while she tightly clung to Xu Chang’an’s arm, under his puzzled gaze.
Xu Chang’an couldn’t figure out which of his words struck a chord with Yun Qian.
Yun Qian didn’t respond; she just lowered her eyelids.
Unbothered by sorrow or hardship, she contentedly enjoyed the flowers brought by her husband, relishing the sweet aroma that penetrated the heart.
Then she thought, after eating the flower, perhaps she should become a flower herself, for him to taste.
Yun Qian savored the lingering scent of petals in her mouth as she walked with Xu Chang’an through the snow-covered garden.
Quietly observing each uniquely shaped flower, she thought there are no same leaves in the world, yet there are similar flowers, and likewise, people are different too.
She had various names, so why demand him to be exactly the same as before?
It suffices to know that for "Yun Qian", "Xu Chang’an" is the singularly special one.
Let’s go somewhere to build a snowman.
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Heavy snow had rapidly accumulated a thick layer of snowflakes, a vast white blanket spreading as if to engulf the entire island.
In the wide garden, Xu Chang’an was clearing the snow piled on the paths with a shovel, aiming to make a walkable road, so Yun Qian wouldn’t slip and fall later.
He glanced back to see Yun Qian sitting and resting on the side, with her head tilted, watching him shovel snow, and he smiled.
"I can have... this day too." Xu Chang’an closed his eyes, memories flooding back.
He couldn’t say he was a lonely person, but he was certainly not one with the crowd.
On a snowy New Year’s Eve of his past life, with snowflakes dancing, everywhere aglow with lights. People gathered in groups of threes and fives downstairs, drinking tea and chatting, lively and bustling. Many young girls played in the snow, building snowmen, having snowball fights, laughter and joy filling the air.
Yet, it had nothing to do with him.
A middle-school boy might feel out of place with the world, and Xu Chang’an had such thoughts.
But after meeting Miss Yun, he seemed to have found a home. These once futile activities he dismissed as a waste of time began to appeal to him.
Now, in a snowy garden, his heart felt warm, and his body too was warm.
"..." Yun Qian felt the same.
She looked at the gloves on her hands and blinked.
Xu Chang’an had put them on for her, saying they were to protect her hands from getting cold while building a snowman.
Yun Qian didn’t quite understand.
Because she had read in Xu Chang’an’s book that fingers turning red and slightly itchy from the cold while building a snowman was part of the fun.