Why is his usually aloof wife suddenly so interested in this hair-bonding ceremony? He of course knew.
Xu Chang'an's gaze drifted across the cloud embroidery on the sachet, thinking that if this beauty were Yun Qian, he would be most delighted to enjoy her affections.
"Alright, I'll carry it with me."
"Now... do you want me to cut my hair?" Yun Qian asked.
Xu Chang'an looked at Yun Qian's near-perfect long hair and said, "Just a little bit from the side will do... Let me do it."
"I'll do it myself."
The "Old Buddha Lady Yun," who always needed serving during meals, baths, and dressing, now rejected Xu Chang'an's help.
"Give me the knife," Yun Qian said, unquestioningly.
"Alright," Xu Chang'an said helplessly, pointing the tip of the knife toward his heart and placing the wooden handle in Yun Qian's hand, then worriedly supporting her wrist.
"This knife is quite heavy," Yun Qian said.
