"Never thought about it." Xu Chang'an felt quite helpless regarding Miss Yun's peculiar way of thinking: "What I mean is, you need to become independent."
"Why should I become independent when you're here?" Yun Qian asked matter-of-factly.
"What if I'm not here?" Xu Chang'an couldn't help but ask.
"Why wouldn't you be here?" Yun Qian looked at him with confusion.
"..."
Xu Chang'an's eye twitched, wondering if the conversation had wandered off track again. He coughed: "What if I'm dead?"
"You're saying that again." Yun Qian looked at him.
"Again?" Xu Chang'an was taken aback, but Yun Qian said, "As long as you don't want to leave me, that's enough."
The pleasures of love dull one's mind, but time also dulls the mind.
Of course, for her, perhaps the difference between one year and ten thousand years is just a speck in the galaxy, no different, but for Xu Chang'an it isn't the same.
