Xu Wanzhi frowned, not wanting to engage with her sarcastic tone. Qu Xiaojue casually picked up a seal on the desk, the first one he had carved during their trip to the city.
“This is the only thing you’ve given me,” Qu Xiaojue gently tapped the seal, beckoning him: “Come here.”
Touched by her slightly melancholic expression, Xu Wanzhi walked over.
She grabbed his hand and pressed it down heavily, a cool sensation suddenly bursting forth. The stone seal opened, revealing three square, powerful red characters. She looked satisfied and smiled: “This is probably the first time you’ve seen my name. Can you write it?”
Qu Xiaojue picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote the character, enlarging it several times, each stroke clear and precise: “Husband, learning this character today shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“What a nuisance.” Xu Wanzhi scoffed inwardly, and indeed it wasn’t difficult, sitting on a newly prepared chair, accompanying her for a morning. These days he was truly tired, and with the sunlight feeling comfortable, he quietly fell asleep. Qu Xiaojue smiled and shook her head, carrying him to the bed and covering him with a blanket, then quietly lying down beside him for a moment before getting up to continue handling recent unfinished work.
The wide-open door and the separated wooden bed casually revealed the peaceful tranquility inside. Qu Yao couldn’t help but reveal a genuine smile; her master had more smiles today than ever before, and she didn’t want to see the previous sorrow again. Qu Shan came to take over, but she shook her head. Qu Shan spoke softly, “You haven’t had it easy lately looking for the master. If there’s nothing else, go rest. The master doesn’t need a guard with a weary face.”
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Qu Yao had no choice but to slowly return to her room and lie down, naturally touching a purple accessory, with the word “Yan” emerging in her heart.
