Soft jade and gentle fragrance entered his embrace, yet Xu Chang'an didn't carefully appreciate the beauty of the girl. He whispered, "Miss, whose dream is this really... yours or mine?"
Listening to Xu Chang'an's words, Yun Qian was unsurprised and asked calmly, "Does it matter?"
Yun Qian often responded like this.
In many matters, it seemed as though only when Xu Chang'an explicitly told her "it's important" would she seriously contemplate the underlying significance.
After all, the girl's physical strength was limited; overthinking something would exhaust her, and her strength... was extremely precious for certain momentary tasks and couldn't be squandered.
"Should be imp..." Xu Chang'an was about to speak when he saw Yun Qian's earnest gaze. After a sigh, he swiftly averted his gaze, "It doesn't matter either."
Whether it was her dream or his own, there was nothing worth caring about.
