Is it a calm gaze, or gentle, or serious?
Wen Li tried, but even with her artistic skills, she couldn’t truly express the unfamiliar face on that paper as Xu Chang’an.
Yet now, she suddenly felt the urge to draw because she saw the most genuine side of her junior brother; such eyes should indeed appear on her canvas.
The crystal-clear tea in Wen Li’s cup blinked.
However, this mischievous nature of her junior brother... Wen Li felt it was just like those junior sisters at Muyu Peak who love to bully young girls.
Junior brother... is he a child?
Should I say his nature is adorable?
Wen Li’s lips curved slightly.
Junior brother, after all, is a young man. No matter how perfectly he presents himself daily, in the end, he’s still a child.
Or perhaps he truly is a disciple of Muyu Peak, having learned all the bad habits of her senior sisters.
Wen Li took a sip from her tea cup.
Given her age, calling her junior brother a child wasn’t unreasonable.
She didn’t really appear in her early twenties; as a Half-Demon, cultivating to this point also took ti.
At this mont, Wen Li suddenly wanted to know, if her junior brother liked Miss Yun this much, even resorting to bullying as an outlet for his longing emotions, then how did he bear it when Yun Qian wasn’t on the mountain?
Love in youth should burn as intensely as the noon sun.
Now, starting to comprehend emotions, Wen Li thought so.
And furthermore.
She set down her tea cup and listened to the play, her gaze inadvertently falling on Xu Chang’an and Yun Qian.
Realizing she could see the true side of junior brother in front of Yun Qian, Wen Li suddenly wanted to watch them a bit longer from the side.
Since she was in the midst of ambiguous emotions and wanted to see clearly her feelings for her junior brother, Wen Li needed "samples" for reference, and the loving couple before her was clearly the best observation subject.
Comparing Yun Qian’s feelings for Xu Chang’an with her own would help her better understand what her master’s words about love really described.
Moreover.
Wen Li’s mood gradually cald.
Watching the closeness and interaction between junior brother and junior sister, she couldn’t quite describe her feeling of... joy?
It ought to be joy, right?
Wen Li tilted her head.
Why is it like this?
——
As the one being teased, Yun Qian held Xu Chang’an’s finger with a slight force.
"Candied fruit, we need to have it." Miss Yun reiterated.
"Once you finish, there won’t be any left." Xu Chang’an reminded her.
"You can make more." Yun Qian suggested.
"Or, Miss, you could eat slower." Xu Chang’an smiled.
Yun Qian lightly nudged him and then fell silent.
Seeing this, Xu Chang’an stopped his mischief, stood up to pour Yun Qian a cup of warm water, and as the lady drank to wash away the sweetness of the candied fruit, only then did he say: "Feeling awake now?"
"Yes." Yun Qian nodded.
"Awake is good." Xu Chang’an found a good excuse for his teasing of Yun Qian.
But admittedly, his words indeed helped Yun Qian’s muddled thoughts beco clearer.
Perhaps just as Wen Li thought.
Wearing a mask for too long is a painful thing.
If, on so tiline, he always remained a mild-mannered youth, firmly affixing this mask of gentility on his face, then what would he be like upon reaching the peak?
Yun Qian didn’t know.
She watched the youth beside her, whose gaze was filled with reassurance.
In that river of ti, surely, there wouldn’t be a girl who loves his candied fruits.
Nor would a husband wholeheartedly focused on cultivation have the skill or opportunity to make candied fruits.
So, if he could commit sothing that seed, to him, to be ’utterly mad’ after recalling many things, then...?
Yun Qian likewise did not know.
But she knew the residual sweetness of the candied fruit in her mouth, the faint fragrance emanating from him, and his reassuring gaze... they rendered those concerns obsolete.
After all, Yun Qian pondering these matters wasn’t about finding a reason for her existence.
He wanted to see her, and here she was—such a natural occurrence, what need was there for reason?
Yun Qian was just slightly concerned about how to handle the other connections around her husband.
But looking at Wen Li in the distance watching her with such a good mood, she blinked.
Perhaps... maybe there’s no need to handle it?
Who knows.
The sugar from the candied fruit Yun Qian consud was quickly used up by her deep introspection, leaving her tired of thinking further.
Anyway, there were many days ahead for the girl nad "Yun Qian," and she only needed to enjoy them.
However, the considerate Miss Yun thought that if the villain wasn’t herself, perhaps she should be kinder to Frosty Heaven?
But if Xu Chang’an didn’t like the system he carried, didn’t want to do tasks to nd the cracked sky, then it wasn’t Miss Yun’s concern anymore.
She was just an ordinary girl, not supposed to have those capabilities.
To enjoy being protected, that was what Yun Qian wanted now.
...Her thoughts couldn’t keep up.
"Is there any more candied fruit?" Yun Qian recalled the sweetness and his scent within the candied fruit.
"This ti, really none left." Xu Chang’an said matter-of-factly.
Yun Qian: "..."
Wen Li: "..."
Watching Yun Qian’s calm deanor, sohow, Wen Li seed to feel a sense of dissatisfaction and grievance, making her suddenly want to stand up for her junior sister against her junior brother.
But as an outsider, she remained motionless.
Speaking of which.
Candied fruit was not sothing she ate often, nor did she know her junior sister’s taste.
But if her junior sister wished to eat, she rembered... Master Zhu had seed to carry a bag of candied fruit earlier and said she’d gotten it from Xu Chang’an?
Just as she thought of this, Wen Li heard Xu Chang’an say.
"Originally, the candied fruits prepared for Miss were mostly given to Senior Zhu, but it’s fine... soon I’ll prepare a lot of Beauty Fruits... though I wonder how they’ll taste."
Indeed.
Wen Li glanced towards the deck.
If Master Li knew that Master Zhu and her junior sister were vying for snacks, how would she feel?
But as the Senior of Muyu Peak, Wen Li had nothing to say.
What Wen Li wasn’t aware of was that Li Zhibai not only knew Zhu Pingniang took candied fruits ant for Yun Qian, she was even drinking while thinking about the Beauty Fruits Xu Chang’an prepared.
Earlier, Li Zhibai realized sothing.
If... if the Beauty Fruits might encapsulate the emotions of those who cultivate and manage Spiritual Qi, then... what was Xu Chang’an’s emotion?
Li Zhibai didn’t know, but... it likely pertained to a certain Miss Yun.
In this context, Tong Jun wanting to eat, Li Zhibai’s eyes filled with helplessness.
As an elder, was Zhu Pingniang really this eager to understand the younger generation’s feelings?
"Tong Jun, surely you know what might be in the Beauty Fruit, right?" Li Zhibai asked.
"What are you talking about?" Zhu Pingniang shook the wine cup in her hand, the crystal liquid swaying as she earnestly said: "It was grown by Chang’an; how should I know? I’m not a parasite in his stomach."
"Besides Yun Qian, what else could there be?" Li Zhibai laid the words bare.
To savor the love of juniors for their wives was not sothing an elder should do.
After realizing this, Li Zhibai was quite conflicted about whether to give the Beauty Fruit to the Sect Leader... after all, enabling the Sect Leader to experience the emotions involved, she didn’t even know how to proceed.
Zhu Pingniang had a different opinion.
Before Xu Chang’an cultivated Spiritual Qi, he naturally practiced cultivation, so the Beauty Fruit likely contained his cultivation insights or other things, how could it be all about Yun Qian?
She held an opposing view.
"You make it sound like, Ah Bai, to say Chang’an is a big man, when he’s alone, apart from Yun Qian, can’t he have other things on his mind?"
"What else then?"
"..."
Li Zhibai’s unhesitating words caused Zhu Pingniang’s eye corner to twitch slightly.
Just what did this lady think of her student, Ah Bai...
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