Inside the small house, Yun Qian was enveloped in the mist of her post-bath glow. She sat quietly by the table, waiting for Xu Chang'an's dinner.
On the table there was a copper carved incense stick, beside the incense powder was a pale yellow incense stick.
The incense was half-burned, the blue smoke wafted through the window and dissipated beside Xu Chang'an in the kitchen.
A wisp of fragrance pierces the azure sky, a thousand rays of auspicious light shine across the world.
He was the hope chosen by the Supreme Principle of Heaven and Earth, the hope where all things unite.
It was supposed to be like this.
But if you look closely, because Xu Chang'an was by her side, the incense stick used for blessings could not fulfill its auspicious purpose at all, because this hope of all beings had already fallen.
Yun Qian gazed at the wisp of blue smoke, seriously reflecting.
Had she... become a hindrance to her husband?
