"Is it really that tiring?"
Watching Yao Wan's reaction, Xiao Yan, who was sitting before the stone table in the courtyard, could not help asking with a smile.
"No, not physically. It's simply that I feel a little mentally tired, that's all. After all, no matter what I did, in the end, it's hard to avoid that inertia that comes after an incident ends. Feeling empty for a while is inevitable, I suppose."
Yao Wan subconsciously crossed her legs and lifted the tip of her foot. She raised her lotus arms and leaned against the stone table, then let out a soft breath. She fiddled slightly with her clean, pale nails and said.
"But now that you mention it, that really is true..."
Looking at Yao Wan, whose current appearance and mental state seemed especially relaxed, Xiao Yan unconsciously murmured softly.
"Really is...? Really is what?"
Hearing Xiao Yan's murmur, Yao Wan could not help lowering her eyes slightly. Then she could not resist raising her hand and gently poking the hand he had placed on the table, saying, "What strange nonsense are you suddenly saying now?"
"...I'm talking about Wan'er's state. Isn't that easy to see?"
Looking at the slender fingertip gently poking him on the table, the corners of Xiao Yan's mouth unconsciously lifted slightly, and then he spoke.
"After all, in the Great Thousand World, Wan'er always seemed as if there was a string pulled taut inside her. You were terribly tense."
"Tsk... was, was I?"
The beautiful figure before Xiao Yan paused. Yao Wan instinctively resisted this sort of dredging up of old accounts, but she could not very well flare up immediately, so she could only bite the bullet and answer.
"Of course you were... otherwise, there wouldn't have been any need for you to