Miss Yun is sotis oblivious to romantic cues, like at this mont.
Xu Chang’an brought so snacks for Yun Qian and watched as she took a small bite of an osmanthus cake... and sighed softly.
Indeed.
Even though he had anticipated the outco of playing the zither for Yun before he started, he found himself at a loss when she didn’t even pretend to be interested.
"Eat slowly, or you’ll choke."
Xu Chang’an wiped away the crumbs at the corner of Yun Qian’s mouth with a handkerchief and said, "I’ll cook soon, so eat fewer snacks."
Yun Qian nodded.
Xu Chang’an got up to put away the zither.
"Wait." Yun Qian swallowed the food in her mouth and said, "I want to listen to it again."
Xu Chang’an turned back and said again, "Eat slowly, or you’ll choke?"
"..."
Rarely, Miss Yun was montarily stunned.
She unexpectedly had monts when she couldn’t follow his thoughts.
Yun Qian held the osmanthus cake she had taken a bite of, gazing deeply at her husband: "Play the zither."
"I thought I misheard." Xu Chang’an imdiately perked up, smiling, "Miss has such refined taste."
"Mm."
But Xu Chang’an soon stopped smiling because he realized sothing—that his music might actually go well with als.
A cluster of Spiritual Qi appeared in Xu Chang’an’s hand, cleansing his fingers, and he sat back down to play a tune for Yun Qian.
This ti, with the previous performance as a prelude, Yun Qian, who was listening to the music, had gained so experience. Imrsed purely in the ocean of his aura, her appetite was quite good, and soon she ate several osmanthus cakes.
At the sa ti, Yun Qian confird sothing.
She really loved music, even more than she had imagined.
As for why she loved it... it was probably for the sa reason she loved copying Xu Chang’an’s handwriting.
Calligraphy contains a person’s essence, energy, and spirit. Music is similar, although it lacks a bit in expressing bold spirit, it excels in conveying emotions.
Yun Qian would love calligraphy, so how could she not love music? Not to ntion how much Xu Chang’an showed his own appreciation for music.
Originally, Yun Qian had lost most of her essence, energy, and spirit in a "dream," and felt extrely tired after calming down... but after listening to her husband’s several tunes, bathed in his aura, she felt soothed, and the music, which entered through her ears, cald her restless mood... her physical strength also recovered significantly.
Yun Qian tilted her head, eating the pastry in her hand in small bites, savoring the taste while keeping her eyes fixed on her husband in front of her.
It seems music truly holds a remarkable power, because even with Xu Chang’an’s reminders, she couldn’t help wanting to continue eating.
Yun Qian glanced at the plate of pastries and instinctively reached out her hand.
"Zheng!"
At that mont, the pitch of the music suddenly rose.
The sound abruptly echoed in her ears, causing Miss Yun’s hand to shiver slightly. She lifted her head and t Xu Chang’an’s gaze.
Yun Qian: "..."
She decided not to eat then.
Understanding her husband’s intent, Miss Yun obediently sat down and quietly listened to the music.
She half-closed her eyes, listening to the clear notes reminiscent of raindrops tapping against window panes, accompanied by the soothing seven-stringed zither sound.
There was just one thing, though: while the music was beautiful, Yun Qian actually couldn’t hear any flavor or realms within it.
To her, the music was simply "pleasant," and the relaxing effect wasn’t due to the music itself, but rather the sensation imposed by Xu Chang’an’s aura through the seven strings.
After all, as long as it was Xu Chang’an, even the little tunes he habitually humd while cooking, she adored.
But Yun Qian didn’t need to understand it all; she knew that she liked it, and that was enough.
anwhile.
After his extra performance, Xu Chang’an placed his hands on the strings to silence the lingering notes, and then turned to walk toward Yun Qian. He picked up the plate of snacks on the table and said, "It’s not that you’re not allowed to eat, but you’ll be having a al soon."
He paused, "I’ll go cook."
He was about to leave, but Yun Qian gently held onto the edge of his clothes.
Xu Chang’an turned back, puzzled.
"It sounds wonderful." Yun Qian said, "I like it very much."
Xu Chang’an was taken aback, then his lips curled upwards.
It was worth it.
Having Miss Yun say such a thing made all his efforts to learn the zither worthwhile.
"As long as you like it." Xu Chang’an replied with a smile.
Yun Qian pointed to the seven strings beside her and said, "I want to touch that."
"Wipe your hands." Xu Chang’an, unsurprised, considered it rely a fleeting interest of a child-like wonder from Miss Yun, and thought there was no harm in her wanting to play with the guqin.
Yun Qian held Xu Chang’an’s hand, and a Water Attribute Spiritual Qi washed her hand clean. She imitated Xu Chang’an’s posture, sowhat clumsily kneeling by the zither.
"Ding."
Yun Qian’s fingers plucked the strings, producing a soft note, prompting Xu Chang’an to suddenly look up.
And it had an authentic feel to it.
He felt a stir in his heart.
The warm sunlight spilled through the window, falling on Yun Qian’s back, her dazzling, jade-like skin shimring with an ivory glow. Her face was delicately contoured, long eyelashes lightly covered her sparkling clear eyes, and her thin shoulders were gracefully aligned under her neck.
Truly a graceful figure.
The light cast a softer allure over Miss Yun’s face, and the seven-stringed zither before her added an extra touch of nobility and elegance.
She was fine as long as she kept quiet; speaking would shatter the atmosphere completely.
"... I can’t pluck this thing."
Yun Qian’s fingers rested on the strings, thinking she lacked the strength.
"Miss doesn’t have strength right now, which is normal." Xu Chang’an coughed once, doing his best to hide his accelerating heartbeat.
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