AST 1605 - Qin Qings Contradiction, Qing Shuis Mental State (2/2)
Qing Shui didn't give Qin Qing a chance to choose and took the lead to take two steps forward. Qin Qing shook her head helplessly and followed Qing Shui out of the Imperial Cuisine Hall.
Qing Shui looked at the streets that appeared familiar yet not so to him. Qing Shui hadn't walked along the streets a lot and during this period of time, the place had not changed much. The street was still filled with people. The world wouldn't change just because someone was gone. Everyone would be busy in their own circles. Take today's events for example. Although a huge commotion was created, there were very few people who knew about what had happened. Ordinary people wouldn't care. They only wanted to make their lives slightly better.
Qing Shui felt a little emotional. It could be because he had just gone through a life and death battle, and felt that everything in this world seemed to be so wonderful. Many conflicting matters weren't really that conflicting. It was because in comparison, they were not worth mentioning.
This was the meaning of life.
”If I were to die, would you be sad?” Qing Shui asked softly.
”Why are you asking this?” Qin Qing looked at the surroundings. She was very quiet.
Qin Qing was very beautiful, and there was no flaw to pick about her. Many people on the streets would turn to look at her. It was too normal. In Qing Shui's previous life, beautiful ladies would also have many people turn to look at them. It was a pity for the beautiful and the very beautiful ladies from his previous life if they were to compare to Qin Qing; their gap was far too great. There was nothing to compare. A large reason for this was this world's environment, spiritual Qi, and cultivation.
”We're cultivators and we live with our lives at risk everyday. Everytime I escape from the clutches of death, I would feel as if I had just been reborn. During times like this, I would feel very daring, as if I've seen through a lot more. Many troubling matters in the past wouldn't be as troubling anymore.” Qing Shui smiled and said as he walked on.
”For example?” Qin Qing gave it some thought and smiled.
”For example, I like you a lot, but you aren't willing to become mine. In the past, thinking about it would make me upset, and that I would really want to make you mine. However, right now I feel that liking someone doesn't necessarily meant that you'll have to own the person. Is this considered self-consolation?” Qing Shui smiled and said.
Qin Qing was stunned for a moment before she nodded, her face heating up a little, ”It should be self-consolation.”
Qing Shui rubbed his nose and smiled, ”Then will you console me? I won't have to do self-consolation then.”
Qin Qing shook her head firmly, ”I've already started to waver. Qing Shui, give me a little more time. I remember that I'd told you this before. Even if I don't marry you, I won't get married to anyone else.”
”Sister Qing, you're a normal woman. Humans have emotions and desires. Don't you feel bad like this? If there's no means of release for your emotions, you may get into trouble easily.” Qing Shui said seriously.
Qin Qing's face turned red before she looked at the front and said, ”I can still bear with it. If there's a day that I need a relationship, would you have one with me?”
”Of course, my embrace will always be open for you. We're family. No matter what trouble you encounter, you must remember that there's me. don't stand on ceremony with me, otherwise, I'd feel very sad.” Qing Shui reached out and plucked up the courage to take her hand.
This wasn't the first time that Qing Shui was holding her hand, but each time, his heart would palpitate. Qin Qing didn't resist, and even grabbed his hand tightly.
Women are often contradictory like this.
The two of them held hands and strolled along the street like a couple, like an ordinary pair of man and woman in love. Qing Shui was very calm. He was a little agitated, but more calm. It was as if he was holding the hand of his woman.
”How's things at home?” Qing Shui thought of the Great Qin Dynasty.
”Everything's fine. What are your plans?” Qin Qing looked at Qing Shui and said.
”I'll stay here for a while and in the middle, I might need to go home to take a look. When I came, my youngest son was only a few months old. When I return this time, he should be able to call for his father.” Qing Shui smiled and said, his eyes filled with happiness.
Qing Shui had thought things through. It was good to make some things clear. He understood Qin Qing and knew that even if she wanted to know, she wouldn't ask.
”The kid must look very good!” Qin Qing smiled and said.
”Mmm, he looks like his mother. In the future, if you have a child, the child would look very good as well.” Qing Shui smiled and said.
Qin Qing's heart beat a little faster, and the hand that was holding Qing Shui's tightened. However, she soon relaxed and looked at Qing Shui, smiling, ”You're very evil. Stop bringing me into the picture.”
Looking at how she was pretending to be angry, Qing Shui smiled. ”Alright, alright, I won't go on. What about you? What are your plans?”
”I'll temporarily stay at the Great Qin Dynasty and here. Do you welcome me?” Qin Qing replied very fast, as if she had already thought of this previously.
”I couldn't ask for more. The Imperial Cuisine Hall is your home.” Qing Shui knew that Qin Qing was doing this for him.
The sky had turned dark and the streets had lit up. The big trees along the street were hanging with bright light stones, causing the entire street to be, although not as bright as the day time, on par if not better than the street lamps in Qing Shui's previous life. This was the civilization of another world.
When the two of them reached home, the people from the Niu Clan had already gone back. The Imperial Cuisine Hall had been restored to its original appearance. There was no doubt that the craftsmen the Niu Clan had found were very good. Actually, not much of the Imperial Cuisine Hall had been destroyed and it was very easy to restore everything back to how it was.
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