The candlelight flickered a few times. Chang Yuncheng reached out to adjust it, looking at Qi Yue who was leaning against the pillow reading a book while reaching for dried fruits.
There weren’t many melon seeds left in the dish. Chang Yuncheng quickly sat down to continue peeling them.
“Yueniang.” he called out carefully again.
“What?” Qi Yue frowned and said, then burst out laughing at something she read.
Chang Yuncheng quickly leaned over.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
Qi Yue snapped the book shut against her body.
“Nothing.” she said.
Chang Yuncheng looked at her.
“Yueniang.” he called out, then fell silent for a moment. “If you have something to say, just say it.”
“If I said your mother deliberately finds fault with me to make you dislike me, would you believe it?” Qi Yue asked.
Chang Yuncheng thought of Fan Yilin’s letter and nodded.
Qi Yue was actually surprised.
“You really believe it?” she asked. “Isn’t your mother like a bodhisattva in your eyes?”
Talking about elders behind their backs was really inappropriate…
Chang Yuncheng was silent for a moment.
“Mother doesn’t like this house, doesn’t like anyone in this house.” he said.
“So it’s normal that she doesn’t like me.” Qi Yue sighed. “You say you understand everything, so why did you still get angry at me?”
Chang Yuncheng looked up at her and opened his mouth.
“Yueniang, if you were in my position, in that situation, wouldn’t you get angry?” he said.
In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to say those sweet words against his conscience…
Qi Yue looked at him and sighed.
“This time it’s also my fault.” she said. “I shouldn’t have promised something I couldn’t do. Once I promised, I should have done it. I gave others something to criticize.”
This woman was just so straightforward.
Chang Yuncheng looked at her and reached out his hand.
Qi Yue looked at him and placed her hand in his.
“It’s also my fault for being too hasty, rushing to push you in front of mother.” Chang Yuncheng said. “It backfired.”
Qi Yue smiled.
“Actually, you can’t be blamed entirely.” she said. “If we’re going to blame anyone, blame your grandmother for insisting on pairing us together.”
Chang Yuncheng grasped her hand.
“I did regret and resent it at first.” he said. “But not now.”
“Why not now? What’s good about me?” Qi Yue laughed. “People with bad tempers like mine are rare, right?”
“I don’t know.” Chang Yuncheng said. “Probably because you are who you are.”
Qi Yue laughed heartily and said something.
“What?” Chang Yuncheng didn’t understand. What she said didn’t sound like words? It was like bird calls.
“I said, why do I love you, lightning… never asks the eyes, when it flashes, why it closes…” Qi Yue laughed, leaning against the pillow, propping her head up with her hand, looking at Chang Yuncheng.
What? Chang Yuncheng looked at her.
Qi Yue looked at him and smiled.
“Because it knows, it cannot give any reason, because I have seen. So, then. I love you…” she laughed.
Chang Yuncheng was completely confused by what she said.
“This is a poem.” Qi Yue laughed.
This woman was using poetry to express her love for him? Chang Yuncheng’s face turned red.
“What kind of poem is this, it’s nonsense…” he stammered.
Qi Yue laughed heartily and grabbed a handful of melon seeds to throw at him.
“Narcissist!” she laughed.
Chang Yuncheng was embarrassed and annoyed that she had seen through his thoughts, brushing off his clothes and glaring.
“You terrible woman, what are you doing!” he said.
Qi Yue laughed and stretched out her feet.
“Massage my legs.” she said. “I’m exhausted these past few days.”
Chang Yuncheng pulled a long face. This woman…