Another huge project...
Seeing her in his arms unable to stop herself from letting out a long breath, Xiao Yan could not help saying, "There's no harm in taking it slow."
"I'd like to take it slow too..."
"Then why not?"
"Because..."
Yao Wan spoke absently, then stopped as if she wanted to say something, silently shifting her gaze away.
She seemed to have faintly noticed what Nalan Yanran had spoken to her about before—regret.
Naturally, this could not truly be counted as a regret, but it did indeed bother her, making it impossible to simply turn the page.
"Why did you suddenly look away?"
Xiao Yan could not help reaching out to hold her head in place, unwilling to let her gaze slip away like that.
"Huh? Did I?"
"You did. Every time you feel guilty, you do this."
"You're the one who feels guilty..."
"My conscience is perfectly clear."
Xiao Yan puffed out his chest with confidence, and Yao Wan's mouth twitched at the sight. She wanted to open her mouth and knock him down a peg, yet felt it was not quite appropriate, so she still needed to consider it first.
She had nothing to say to this fellow who liked to set traps in matters of affection.
Hmph.
Though that was what she said, Xiao Yan still gently stroked her brows and eyes.
"If you feel uneasy, don't you still have me? Rest for a bit. The sky won't fall."
"The sky won't fall, but Jianmu will."
Xiao Yan's words made Yao Wan subconsciously raise a hand. Beneath the thick curtains, a faint glimmer seeped through. It was not the radiance of taiyang, but the glow possessed by the divine tree they had planted.
There was inevitably a trace of melancholy in her tone.
Jianmu was