Ju Yunxiu looked into Qin Yi's eyes, and Qin Yi met her gaze calmly.
Ripples gradually stirred in both their eyes.
Ju Yunxiu knew Qin Yi was not merely choosing pleasant words. That feeling was real.
Qin Yi himself was not someone who loved music; he was merely interested in it, and cultivated it alongside his own practice to nourish his character and nature. The two were kindred spirits not because they understood music and painting themselves, but because they understood the meaning within them.
For someone like Qin Yi, painting something himself when the mood took him, using it as a sort of record, was normal enough. But pulling out a flute to play a tune for no reason would probably be forcing an affectation. Not playing was what was normal.
Unless there was someone to play with him.
And that could only be her, Ju Yunxiu. From the very beginning, Qin Yi had learned these things only to harmonize with her.
Thinking of this, Ju Yunxiu felt a tiny bit smug. What did that stick know about elegance? Hmph.
But...
"You used to learn these things to calm your heart. I feel that now, even without them, you have already become calm and slowed down." Ju Yunxiu asked, "Is that just my illusion? Or has No Form Perfection naturally made you this way?"
Qin Yi raised his head and thought for a moment. "It is what the path of No Form requires. If Jiuying had not caused trouble and forced me to respond, I might well have stayed in one place for a hundred years without moving, slowing down completely. Watching the misty rain around me, the rosy clouds among the mountains, playing a tune of flowing water, brewing a pot of Qing Cha..."
Qing Cha: "..."
Qin