He is feeling uneasy.
Why.
Yun Qian put away all her little thoughts, her gaze swept over with no fluctuation, seemingly indifferent, yet she held his hand and said seriously.
"What's wrong with you... Did something happen that I don't know about?"
"It's nothing." Xu Chang'an looked away.
Yun Qian looked at him.
Her husband named Chang'an seldom hesitated, but he rarely felt this kind of unease.
Yet he said he's fine.
"Are you lying to me?" Yun Qian asked.
"I wouldn't dare." Xu Chang'an retreated.
"Well, actually..." Xu Chang'an held Yun Qian's hand and sighed helplessly, "I'm just a little bit uneasy."
"Why."
"I don't quite understand either." Xu Chang'an shook his head.
Ever since Zhu Pingniang sensed his talent and demonstrated sword techniques for him, Xu Chang'an felt a slight unease, and this anxiety grew to its peak when Yun Qian rushed over wanting to enter the kitchen.
