If the young lady were compared to a flower, it would be very fitting, at least Yun Qian thought so.

The young ladies around her husband were like flowers.

Thus, Miss Yun could see a sea of flowers, countless spots of crimson gathering together, like burning clouds, or like the flames of karma, combining both the exotic and the sacred.

Because people were compared to flowers, looking at the sea of flowers, one could feel many things.

Yun Qian stood there, observing everything before her, unable to stir even the slightest ripple of emotion, thought for a moment... and then walked into the sea of flowers.

She was very careful as she walked among the flowers.

Along the way, she didn't step on any flower, but crimson deliberately tried to climb onto Yun Qian, clinging to the clouds, as if wishing to dye the sky red.

She walked and stopped, looking at the delicate flowers in front of her, paused in front of a cluster of small white flowers, after watching for a while, took another step forward, looking straight at the exquisite small pear blossoms on the treetops before her.

Very beautiful.

And sometimes, not only are the blooming flowers beautiful.

Yun Qian believed that the Qingluo, which tenaciously lived by the rock wall and looked like emerald green vines, also had its own unique grace.

So this sea of flowers was very charming.

After a thought, Yun Qian still left this sea of flowers and found a small bamboo chair outside the garden from somewhere, lazily lying on it, admiring the garden before her from a peculiar angle.

Yun Qian couldn't imagine what kind of flower she would be.

Peony?

Cherry blossom?

Or perhaps the somewhat unsightly spider lily.

Probably none; at least she was a wanderer in the garden, and there was no sight of red spider lilies in the sea of flowers just now.

After all, if Miss Yun were to become a flower, the entire garden would only have room for her, leaving no place for other flowers.

Blinked her eyes.

No matter how beautiful the garden was, her husband had no interest in wandering through it, so even the garden seemed unnecessary.

Stretched leisurely.

Dream, time to wake up.

Yun Qian lay sideways on the bamboo chair, her gaze drifting, seeing a young man carrying a violin case approaching the small garden, but thought he'd stop before her and not enter the garden, nor did he have the interest.

Unless... she was willing to accompany him in the garden.

"So... the key... is it me?" Yun Qian stepped down from the bamboo chair, bent down, seeming to whisper to the flowers.

She reached out, intending to pluck a flower from the garden, but stopped before touching it.

Plucking a flower belonging to her husband was something Miss Yun wouldn't do.

In the end, she still couldn't quite understand... the feelings between women, just like she couldn't understand why flowers would want to rub against her.

She was a wanderer, not a flower, on a different dimension.

To change this, perhaps her husband needed to personally turn her into an ordinary flower to be placed in the garden... At that time, Yun Qian, whose status would be equal to the flowers, might be interested in interacting with them.

No.

Yun Qian felt that understanding the feelings between girls would be simple, as long as Xu Chang'an turned into a young lady, she would immediately understand.

Twin Lotus was not that rare.

Now...

She just watched the young man carrying the instrument on his back, clad in white, stepping on water, following the path towards the North Garden.

Thus Yun Qian awakened from her dream, got up from the stone table in the courtyard, yawned, then looked at the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone before her.

"Meow...?" Yun Qian softly meowed, as if pondering what was interesting about this.

However, regardless of whether it was interesting or not, the incident of Xu Chang'an meowing to a little kitten in Qinling... was something Miss Yun had deeply remembered.

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When Xu Chang'an returned home, he instinctively stopped his steps before pushing open the door.

Before him, the North Garden was serene and quiet, but he could see beams of post-rain light piercing through the clouds, those shadows spreading, sporadically divided black and white, rendering the world strangely unreal — as if a sea of flowers had blossomed on the courtyard, and he was about to become a wanderer.

Xu Chang'an's mind wandered for a moment, then shook his head after a while, comforted by the increasingly urgent system alarm sound.

After experiencing that extremely real dream last night, even he... found it hard to differentiate between dream and reality.

Sure enough, such clear dreams, the less, the better... Junior Master Qin's advice still made sense.

Don't let the young lady wait long.

Xu Chang'an pushed open the red lacquered wooden gate, stepped over the flagstones, passed through the Moon Sect, and then froze.

The reason being nothing but seeing a wonderful scene.

Yun Qian.

The young lady sat upright on a stone bench by the side of the courtyard, her back straight, a few strands of black hair hanging down, the similar descending sunlight spilling over Yun Qian, faintly visible was the dust floating around her in the sunlight.

Did she not have the energy?

Why did she come out?

Oh... Sunbathing? After all, the rain had stopped early.

Xu Chang'an gazed blankly for a while, then saw Yun Qian holding a pen.

Under the soft light, the young lady's ten fingers were crystal clear, as white as jade, and the pen moved lightly on the paper, Yun Qian's movements very gentle, very slow, an understated manner, giving people a casual feeling.

Xu Chang'an's mind again had a moment of distraction.

Suddenly, an extremely absurd feeling rose in his heart.

It was these hands.

These very hands that could be injured by a kitchen knife, now seemed capable of wielding everything... slowly writing, overlooking everything.

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