Shaking his head.
This is something for the future. At least for now, Xu Chang'an hasn't shown any signs of being tired of her. On the contrary, he's very clingy and dislikes even a brief separation.
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On the path, Xu Chang'an drew nearer to Yun Qian, his smile becoming more evident. But as he passed through the path and took in the view of the Cold Spring and blue stones, he froze. Goosebumps rose on his skin, and his ears turned slightly red.
A faint fragrance drifted by; the afternoon sun reflected off the snow, instantly filling Xu Chang'an's senses. Accompanied by the warm breeze, he saw a beautiful scene.
In the corner, there were Mei Hua.
Thousands of Mei Hua smile on the branches, white snow falling gracefully by the flowers, contrasting beautifully, charming like a lovely maiden.
He saw that Yun Qian was no longer soaking in the Cold Spring. Instead, she had somehow obtained a bamboo chair and was lazily lying on it, staring at the sky in a daze.
