Xu Chang'an can't be without the cloud.
Even if it's the morning glow, it's tinted with other colors and is no longer her.
That's why Yun Qian doesn't like this poem.
Yun Qian's words carry a hint of girlish melodrama, Li Zhibai stared at her for a moment, finding it hard to imagine such willful words would come from the mouth of the "ethereal" woman before her.
"But the poem is a good one," Li Zhibai said.
"But I don't like it because it doesn't include me," Yun Qian said, showing a hint of distress.
She doesn't like this poem, just like she doesn't like the poem "lifting the cup to invite the bright moon, forming three with the shadow," because these were mostly transcribed by Xu Chang'an, lacking a deep connection with him.
However, she really likes the characters that Xu Chang'an has written by hand, so she is caught in a conflict.
