What did you call me last night?

  Yan Yi's eyebrows furrowed, her pale hands embracing Qian Yu Xian, holding Qian Yu Xian's head against her chest. Her pale hands patted the crying Qian Yu Xian's back, her ink-like eyes filled with a rare pain as she gazed at the round moon in the sky. Her voice was like a piano, soft and elegant, pure and clear, like a gentle stream flowing into the heart, moistening it deeply. Her tone was warm and gentle, neither rushed nor slow:

  "Don't cry, Xian'er."

  Qian Yu's eyes, which were as clear as water, held back tears on Yan Yi's chest, but her red lips still opened and closed, not intending to stop the words she wanted to say:

  "Why? Originally... such a happy family... why would they all innocently pass away in one night? Heaven is really cruel, but why didn't it take me too? Leaving only me behind? Letting me bear the pain of losing my loved ones alone! I hate it! Hate it!"

  Qian Yu Xian became more and more agitated as he spoke, his fists clenched and pounding against Yan Yi's chest, crying even harder.

  What Yan Yiyun said, all gone overnight? Close relatives passed away? Doesn't she still have King Qian? Only leaving her alone? Isn't there many daughters in the Qian Wang Fu? A happy family?

  Alright, Yan Yi had already determined that the woman in front of him was not the real Qian Yu Xian. Although he didn't know who she was or why she looked so similar to the eldest daughter of the Qian Wang Fu, whether it was due to disguise or her original appearance.

  No matter what, now Yan Yi can't think of so many things. He has a strange feeling towards her now. Looking at the tears flowing from Qian Yu's bright and clear eyes, Yan Yi's heart aches with every beat.

  Yan Yi added more strength to his hands, tightly embracing the crying Qian Yu Xian. His ink-like eyes revealed sadness, and his voice was still as gentle and clear as a piano:

  "Xian'er, don't say anything more... be good."

  Qianyu Xian closed her big, watery eyes, and tears continued to flow, but after hearing Yan Yi's words, she didn't say anything else, and obediently lay down in front of Yan Yi's chest.

  Yan Yi wiped away the tears at the corners of Qian Yu's eyes with a very serious expression, as if he was wiping away something precious.

  At dawn, before the sun had risen, Qian Yu Xian got out of bed. Looking around at the unfamiliar yet familiar decorations, she leaned against the headboard and thought about what had happened last night. She was currently in Yan Yi's secluded residence, and last night she had sat by the pond on that fluffy thing that looked like a rug, gazing up at the moon in the sky and thinking about how she would spend Mid-Autumn Festival with him, and then...

  Wait, what did she say to Yan Yi yesterday? And... cried? Moreover, it was in Yan Yi's arms... crying...? Also... what did Yan Yi call her again...?

  Qian Yu Xian reached out and touched the corner of her eye where Yan Yi had helped her wipe away tears last night, her bright and clear eyes revealing a sense of unease as she thought about how Qian Yu Xian had gotten out of bed without even getting dressed or putting on shoes, running barefoot to the door.

  She had to explain herself, she couldn't let Yan Yi doubt her, or else it would be over!

  Just as Qian Yu Xian rushed out of the door, she bumped into a sturdy chest. Qian Yu Xian was almost knocked to the ground, but fortunately, Yan Yi Huan caught her waist and prevented her from falling backwards.

  Qian Yu Xian stared blankly at the enlarged version of Yan Yi in front of her, her bright and clear eyes blinking, before she came to her senses and stood up straight, pushing away Yan Yi and patting her disheveled clothes. She lowered her head, avoiding eye contact with Yan Yi, and opened her red lips:

  "What are you doing coming into a girl's room so early in the morning?"

  Yan Yi was pushed away by Qian Yu Xian, who had her hands on his chest and her head lowered. His thin lips curled up slightly, smiling dangerously yet elegantly:

  "What do you think?"

  Qian Yu Xian was taken aback, biting her lip to make herself not pay attention to the meaning of Yan Yi's words for now. She lowered her head and focused on Yan Yi's facial expression:

  "What did I... tell you last night?"

  Yan Yimo's eyes gazed at Qianyu Xian's reflection, her thin lips still carrying a hint of danger and elegance in her smile. Her voice was as gentle and pure as a piano:

  "What did you say?"

  Qian Yu Xian Hu doubtfully raised her head, meeting Yan Yi's dark black eyes, and they stared at each other for a while. She confirmed that Yan Yi seemed to really not know what she had said last night, and began to suspect that yesterday's events were just a dream of hers. Then, his calling out to her... was also just a dream?

  Embracing a thread of expectation, she looked at Yan Yi with an expectant expression. Her rose-like red lips parted slightly as her bright and clear eyes were filled with anticipation, gazing at Yan Yi:

  "What did you call me last night?"

  Yan Yi's expression didn't change, her ink-colored eyes stared straight at Qian Yu Xian's bright and clear big eyes, her thin lips opened slightly:

  "What's your name?"