Yun Qian slipped into a dream, and outside the window, rain began to fall.
Inside the room, the scent of mugwort lingered, while outside one could faintly hear the dense sound of rain.
Xu Chang'an sat beside Yun Qian, letting her rest her head on his lap, quietly watching the young lady's sleeping face.
Uncommonly, Yun Qian did not frown or appear weak as she fell asleep, but rather looked somewhat relaxed.
After all, a young lady with a cold body cannot refuse moxibustion, and even Yun Qian, under Xu Chang'an's meticulous care, was now deeply ensconced in her dreamland.
It could only be said that, regardless of who it is, it's hard to escape a gentle place.
...
Inside the room, the specially made mugwort by Xu Chang'an emitted a uniquely fresh aroma, and Yun Qian, having sweated, had dampened her clothes quite a bit.
Xu Chang'an felt that it was Miss Yun's scent, which he liked a lot, but still took a towel to wipe the moisture from Yun Qian's neck.
