CHAPTER 342: 0216 CONSCIOUSNESS RETURN (2-IN-1)_2

So Yun Qian’s desire for a fickle heart will never appear in him for the rest of his life.

"..."

Forget it.

Xu Chang’an bowed his head, looking at the bag of candy from his previous life beside his hand, wondering if he unknowingly had an answer in his heart, after all, he had bought candy.

This bag of candy was meant for Yun Qian in the dream to taste.

Since he had nurtured Yun Qian to have a sweet tooth, sometimes he would think she might like snacks from the previous life... It’s hopeless in reality, but fulfilling it in a dream seems okay?

Go see her then.

Xu Chang’an didn’t control the direction of the dream, so he also wanted to know what the girl was doing in his dream now.

Come to think of it, the last time he thought the girl was too clean and wanted to dirty her, he dreamt of her playing with mud...

And this time, during the day, he contemplated giving Yun Qian the Beauty Pill.

No way...

Xu Chang’an’s eyes narrowed suddenly.

He suddenly realized why he felt apprehensive near home.

He’s afraid of meeting a girl who took the pill and is waiting for him there. If he did, he could no longer deceive himself.

Even for him, it’s hard to accept his inner darkness fully exposed before his eyes.

"..."

Xu Chang’an felt a shift in his mind, and a silver ring appeared in his hand, where he stored all the bought snacks and candies.

He doesn’t have a storage pouch or ring in reality, can’t he even imagine them in dreams?

The small boat docked, Xu Chang’an disembarked, stepping on the soft white sand, and looked at this real dreamscape.

The sky remained as clean as ever, with gentle soft light falling and enveloping the entire island.

Here, there are no tense life rhythms or heavy pressures like in his previous life, nor cold indifferent relationships.

There is only a girl always waiting for him.

There is an endless supply of resources.

Life is very stable.

Xu Chang’an found that when he’s on the island, he truly belonged to Chang’an.

Everything before him seemed like a Peach Blossom Spring away from the worldly dust.

Could it be... that choosing to leave here was a mistake?

Xu Chang’an had such a thought.

But thinking that the so-called Chang’an and the abundant resources were brought by Yun Qian’s "family," he didn’t have too much attachment.

"The real Peach Blossom Spring is just like this." Xu Chang’an murmured, then sighed helplessly.

Suddenly, before his eyes appeared a peach grove, and he was in it. There appeared a pool, mist rising, especially juxtaposed against the peach grove, making this place resemble an immortal realm.

He just thought of the Peach Blossom Spring, and a peach grove appeared before him.

"I know wishes might come true, but... there’s no need to remind me this is just a dream."

Xu Chang’an let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and when he reopened them, the immortal-like Peach Garden began to melt, as if paper was being scorched by flames, the entire space distorted, turning into colorful ripples, finally shattering like soap bubbles expanding endlessly in the world.

This scene reminded him, as the creator of the dream, he must carefully control his thoughts. If he truly created a version of Miss Yun completely different from usual, it would be trouble.

The dream-limited version of Yun Qian, if it still served to fulfill his inner thoughts...

Waking up, he would have no face to see Yun Qian.

Xu Chang’an covered his forehead with one hand, wanting to use the coolness to wake himself a bit.

One must say, seeking clarity in a dream truly makes him a strange person.

——

Xu Chang’an walked along the path home.

It’s actually not far, since all the architectural group on the island is their home, coming to think of it now Xu Chang’an still finds it incredible.

He, accustomed to the noise of his previous life, could actually live here with the girl, and never tire of each other. Here, he must thank Miss Yun for not minding his previous dullness.

He walked to the far corner of the building group, in front of a familiar home. To the left was the Library Pavilion, to the right was the resting house, farther along was the small kitchen... Hmm, there was his former small room.

Xu Chang’an walked all the way, critiquing the buildings here, as during this period, he slowly adjusted his mood, as if truly returning to those times.

It seemed like there was magic.

The closer to the central little building, the fewer miscellaneous thoughts he had, and he felt more at ease.

Xu Chang’an crossed the courtyard, raised his head to look at the most central small building.

There, Miss’s residence, where from Xu Chang’an’s angle, he could see the exquisite window screens. From the characteristic bamboo-colored curtains hanging from the screens, Xu Chang’an knew the timeline before him.

It was no longer solely Yun Qian’s boudoir, but a shared residence between him and Yun Qian.

Meaning, at this time, he was no longer a clean "steward," having done all things should and shouldn’t do.

Successfully took the position.

Xu Chang’an silently breathed a sigh of relief, giving himself a thumbs up.

"I had skills back then too." Xu Chang’an looked at the small room in the front courtyard, pointed at his original steward’s residence and said: "Now, I don’t live here anymore, farewell."

With some pride, he crossed two cedar trees before the door, waded through the creek drawn down from the small hill.

Xu Chang’an followed the creek, listening to the flowing water, thinking back when he returned from outside, Yun Qian often sat alone on the stone stool in the center of the stream reading a book, a pleasant picture he looked forward to seeing each day.

Then stepping over the threshold, his footsteps paused, standing quietly there.

Before him, was precisely what he wanted and anticipated.

Under the bright sun, a figure in white sat with a foot in the water, Liu Mei knitted slightly.

Xu Chang’an stood dumbfounded at the door, looking just like when Yun Qian occasionally paused while he cooked in the kitchen.

Time seemed to accelerate.

The continuous storm cleansed the sky, sunlight fell from the heavens, enveloping the bustling world.

A gentle breeze crossed, and the ribbon atop Yun Qian’s long hair, reminiscent of cat ears, swayed slightly. She was holding a book, merging completely with her surroundings, with a plate of candied fruit half empty beside her.

Whether it’s the overly bright sunlight, while reading, the girl extended a hand to slightly shield her eyes from the distant blinding light.

The wind returned to the bright sun, the sleeve swept the warm breeze away, a clear blue sky, the water flowing like strings stepping over the girl’s toes, as if soft murmured piano tunes.

Xu Chang’an liked such a girl, because she radiated light.

Indeed.

Yun Qian is not a lively and active girl.

The scenery is beautiful, yet Xu Chang’an noticed another detail, staring at Yun Qian’s toes dipped in the water, gently sighed.

He knew the answer.

Whether the Yun Qian before him was real or fake, even if half-truth half-false, he couldn’t remain indifferent to Yun Qian. It’s his instinct as a steward, and more so as a husband.

Xu Chang’an strode forward.

"Miss."

Yun Qian heard his voice, her body slightly quivering, placing the book down calmly, and said, "You’re back..."

To Yun Qian’s surprise, Xu Chang’an didn’t care what she was saying, flicked his fingers, storing all the snacks and books on the table in the storage ring, then wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her up.

"...?!"

Yun Qian’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat, instinctively resting her head on Xu Chang’an’s shoulder. But before settling, she was set down by Xu Chang’an, and the girl couldn’t help but clutch her fingers, trying to seize that moment of affection.

But when a husband is oblivious to romance, no one can help.

Xu Chang’an directly placed her on a cleared stone table, crouching down to look at her soaked white toes, and said with concern: "Miss, why did you soak here all day again."

Thinking about all the superficial things, upon truly seeing Yun Qian neglect herself, he immediately forgot this was just a dream.

"... Waiting for you." She said.