Think what you want..."
The woman finished speaking, gave Qin Chuan a smile that could be both pleased and reproachful, and then went back to her room.
Qin Chuan was left standing there, stunned.
He didn't know what the woman meant. She had only said she liked him, and hadn't said anything more.
And although she had asked Qin Chuan to say he liked her, that didn't necessarily mean love.
This was just the beginning, a beginning that could be considered nothing in itself, but it was different because she was different from other women.
Qin Chuan stared blankly at the woman's departing figure. Her figure was breathtakingly beautiful, a perfect visual impact and shock.
He was a man, and he wasn't immune to beauty either. Everyone appreciates beauty, and this appreciation includes all beauty, including people.
In fact, people are the most important. The ancients said that beauty is edible, showing that beauty, to a certain degree, can truly create miracles.
He rubbed his head. Sometimes, such things happen so suddenly that it leaves one at a loss.
He was flustered and didn't know what to do.
Just like Qin Chuan now, he couldn't bring himself to say anything intimate, nor could he make any intimate gestures. What if he got beaten up by the woman? Who would he complain to then?
Stunned, Qin Chuan's mind raced, and he forgot what he was supposed to do in the sunlight. When he came to his senses, he shook his head with a wry smile.
Why was he so troubled? He already knew the answer to his inner turmoil.
As the saying goes, "If it doesn't concern you, you'll be confused." This woman said she liked him, and he liked her too, because he cared about her feelings.
This was what she meant by liking him; what if she said she didn't? How would he feel then?
There were no hypotheticals, but even if there were, Qin Chuan probably wouldn't be too shocked, certainly not as much as he was now, because he still felt somewhat unworthy of her.
He calmed himself down, stood on the rooftop, bathed in sunlight, and began to slowly practice his boxing, forging his divine hammer.
Gradually, his mind returned to peace, and he even gained a sense of enlightenment—an indescribable understanding of life.
Experiencing the mortal world, feeling everything about it, such as the path of love, was the best way to cultivate one's mind.
Before they knew it, the morning had passed. Breakfast, prepared by the woman, wasn't particularly lavish, but it looked quite delicious.
"Not bad, delicious," Qin Chuan praised.
"Really?" she asked, smiling at Qin Chuan.
"Yes!" Qin Chuan affirmed.
...
The head steward was dead, and the affairs of the Ba Mansion were over, but this was only the beginning. For example, there was the Ba Long family, where the woman's fiancé belonged. The
woman had mentioned that someone would come to cause trouble in three days, but they didn't know who it was or what their strength was. However, Qin Chuan was confident he could handle most of the trouble ahead.
In the morning, Qin Chuan and the woman walked out of the restaurant, strolling slowly along the street like a couple, admiring the bustling shops on both sides.
"Qin Chuan, I didn't actually tell you, but I've regained my memories,"
the woman said, turning back as she walked ahead.
Qin Chuan was taken aback. He hadn't considered this, nor had he noticed anything unusual about her. However, Qin Chuan thought of rebuilding his Dao Foundation.
It must have been the moment she successfully rebuilt her foundation that her memories returned, but she had acted so calmly that Qin Chuan hadn't thought much of it.
Seeing Qin Chuan staring at her blankly, the woman smiled and said, "What? Don't you feel I don't react much?"
"I was worried you'd be in a lot of pain the day you regain your memories..."
"It will be very painful, but time changes everything. No matter how painful it is, given enough time, you'll realize it's not something you can't overcome."
The woman spoke with a melancholy tone. Qin Chuan knew she was heartbroken, but what could she do alone? She had no one to confide in, let alone a shoulder to lean on.
Qin Chuan hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to reach out and grasp her delicate hand. It was warm and cool like jade, but at that moment, Qin Chuan was single-minded and didn't think much of it.
He looked at the woman, his eyes clear.
When Qin Chuan held her hand, the woman couldn't help but tremble slightly, seemingly instinctively. She looked at Qin Chuan and smiled slightly: "Worried about me?"
"Of course!"
"Why?" the woman continued to smile.
She didn't seem heartbroken, but the more she acted this way, the more Qin Chuan knew she wasn't what she appeared to be.
Qin Chuan shook his head: "She's someone I brought out, like she belongs to me, so naturally I don't want to see you unhappy..."
The woman rolled her eyes, a beautiful gesture, perhaps without her even realizing how charming it was.
Qin Chuan stood there dumbfounded until the woman walked forward, leading him along, before snapping out of his daze and coughing awkwardly.
He knew his earlier words had been a bit ambiguous, but he didn't dwell on it. What could be worse? Besides, she really needed care.
"Do you want to cry? I can lend you my shoulder," Qin Chuan said.
"Why should I cry!" the woman said calmly.
"If you're sad, crying is a way to vent."
"I don't need it, and I won't cry!" the woman said.
Qin Chuan knew she might be telling the truth. Someone like her, crying? Qin Chuan didn't believe it, but she was a woman, no matter how strong, she was still a woman, and she needed care.
No matter how strong or powerful someone is, whether man or woman, everyone needs care, or rather, hopes to receive care, especially from someone they like or care about.
Qin Chuan held her hand tightly and said softly, "I can't promise anything, and I don't know if I'm qualified to say these things. Whether you have any relatives left in this world or not, I will always be your family, always."
The woman was calm, but Qin Chuan could still feel a slight stiffness in her hand. However, Qin Chuan didn't say anything more. Some things are better left unsaid; saying more is not good.
But it must be said that sometimes a single sentence can have an incredibly powerful impact.
"So good to me?" The woman stopped and moved closer to Qin Chuan, smiling.
The fragrance wafted through the air, and with her beautiful face so close to his, that gentle smile, and those stunningly beautiful eyes, Qin Chuan felt a little flustered.
Cough cough!
Qin Chuan realized that he was a grown man, and he had seen many beautiful women, some of whom were no less beautiful than the woman in front of him. This woman was simply too dignified, her aura too strong; Qin Chuan felt a little overwhelmed.
"Thank you!" The woman pulled Qin Chuan forward.
These three words weren't just a simple "thank you"; they carried great weight for a woman.
Qin Chuan could sense that weight.
So he smiled and didn't stand on ceremony.