After all, if she goes in and causes time to collapse, her husband will have nothing left to play with.
Therefore, Yun Qian does not belong to this river, and naturally cannot be any sort of destiny.
"Miss, aren't we talking about sweet words?" Xu Chang'an looked wounded.
He wasn't uneasy, just thought Miss Yun didn't want to command him, hence said it wasn't.
"Eh?" Yun Qian blinked, "Are we talking... sweet words?"
"What else?" Xu Chang'an was confused too.
"If you say so, then we are." Yun Qian nodded, then said, "But... if it's not me, then who is it?"
Liu Qingluo?
Li Zhibai?
Or Zhu Pingniang.
Perhaps some unnamed Miss Aqing.
Yun Qian wondered why her thoughts drifted back to who was her husband's main wife.
This question truly has no answer.
"Miss." Xu Chang'an was truly helpless, he embraced Yun Qian, his expression finally becoming serious, "What exactly are you thinking about? Tell me."
He is destiny, so Miss Yun listens.
