People say that emotions shouldn’t be mixed with even a trace of calculation, otherwise they’re not pure. But Qinghe doesn’t care whether the feelings are pure or not. He is ice; no matter how passionate he appears on the outside, his heart remains indifferent.
He only cares about success or failure; the process doesn’t matter. His sole goal is to make Dong Baowei fall for him!
As the saying goes, a persistent suitor can win over even the most steadfast woman. He frequently appears in front of Dong Baowei, he teases her, subtly shows concern for her, and always leads her by the nose, making her accompany him on adventures. They’ve been on outings in the countryside, and have sailed on the lake. He dabbles in romantic affairs, but unfortunately, the little clown is too unaware. She always maintains a serious deanor, seemingly fed up with his harassnt.
But then, at a certain ti, he suddenly disappeared for a few days. When he reappeared, he noticed a change in the way she looked at him.
She deliberately ignored him.
He asked, what’s wrong with you? Is it because I haven’t co to see you these days, and you’re lonely and angry at ?
Yet she stubbornly turned her back to him.
Finally, bothered by his persistence, she said seriously, "Young Master Xiao, you always toy with , is that really fun? Common People has many serious tasks to do, no ti to play these gas with you!"
She was truly annoyed.
He chuckled inwardly, "Certainly the charm of this young master knows no bounds, alright, alright, don’t be mad, in future I’ll inform you first before I go anywhere."
She still had a bad expression and refused to pay attention to him, but after all, magic prevails. With his shaless persistence, his unstoppable tongue, he teased her, amused her, and eventually managed to pacify her.
After that, it seed nothing much changed between them, yet Qinghe realized from then on, whenever he invited her on an outing, he no longer needed to use the Ninth Princess as a bargaining chip to sway her—it ant she had feelings for him. She had accepted his presence; if he didn’t co to see her, a big part of her felt empty.
One is easily swayed by habit; when accustod to a person’s presence in your life, their sudden absence can cause unease.
When she unintentionally smiled, he felt delighted. Perhaps because her smile was so rare and precious, he found himself not only enthralled by making her angry and seeing her eyes ablaze, but also by making her laugh, making her happy. He often racked his brains to find various jokes to tell her.
He knew internally that his feelings had changed from before. It’s a complex emotion, yet he’s very confident and determined in believing that he can treat her well, and take it back anyti. Their relationship will never affect him.
It’s exhausting to continuously wear a mask to hide the true heart and conceal one’s real nature.
When Qinghe was young, he would take ti to visit other places, as though on a pilgrimage. His red attire was his disguise, as was his seemingly fiery nature—a deliberate facade. In truth, he preferred the simple purity of white over the garish red.
When traveling outside, he habitually wore white clothes; many years ago, he traveled far and wide, eting many people.
Among them was a young boy.
Perhaps on a whim, he taught the boy to read and write, taught him how to conduct himself and interact with the world, and even instructed him in cultivating internal martial arts. Whenever he saw the boy’s eyes filled with admiration, he found it amusing.
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