Walking up to Xu Chang'an, she leaned forward and whispered seriously in his ear, "Do I really have to say it out loud?"
Or should she beg him herself.
Thinking about it, Yun Qian pointed to the corner of her mouth, where some of the rouge had been inadvertently eaten by her.
"The rouge is still quite sweet," Yun Qian said. "Want to taste it?"
As Yun Qian spoke, the fire in the brazier burned brightly, making crackling sounds.
"Miss, you've won."
Xu Chang'an suddenly realized that the reason dreams were dreams was because they couldn't compare to the real world.
"What's there to win or lose."
"That's right."
——
Celestial Bright Peak, the cool breeze blows across the clean bluestone path, not stirring a speck of dust.
Soon after, Yun Qian hugged a pair of pillows, looking sickly, as if recovering from a long illness.
"Go on, take care of your own business," Yun Qian yawned, obviously very tired.
"Go... where?" Xu Chang'an was quite helpless.
