Cold Spring.
Yun Qian sat upright in the clear water, a towel wrapped tightly around her body, feeling the water flow over her like silk. She lowered her eyes.
For her, temporarily hindering her relationship with Xu Chang'an wasn't an unbearable thing, as long as the final result was good.
She couldn't comprehend the concept of "hindrance."
It's as if she never considered Liu Qingluo or Li Zhibai as obstacles in the past, even telling Xu Chang'an in a previous dream that she would be happy if he could be a bit more fickle.
It was the truth.
But that was before; now, Yun Qian also needed to rethink.
It seems every name, every identity of hers needs to learn how to be jealous.
Thus, the girl named Yun Qian was truly unique. In future encounters, whether she will remain as she is now... no one knows.
In the past.
