The fine drizzle falls like flower needles, as fine as silk, weaving a dense slant on the little boat, creating ripples and emitting reassuring sounds.
After making a "wish", the Rowing Maiden felt exceedingly apprehensive, unsure if she had overstepped her bounds.
The lady wouldn't be upset, would she?
After all, the Flower Moon Building was well known for its illusions and pretenses, and she always watched Miss Yun with fervent eyes. If misunderstood, she would feel as if she wanted to die.
However, this was the difference between the maiden and Liu Qingluo.
The maiden was merely a boatman, with a clean body unafraid of approaching Yun Qian, unlike Liu Qingluo.
Yun Qian didn't keep her waiting long.
"Alright."
She acknowledged her wish.
Miss Yun believed having a wish was good; as for what it was, it was all the same to her.
But... Yun Qian suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is it a wish to see him again later?"
