Chapter 1212 - 1218: Xiang Yun Loses Her Temper (5)
Although he didn’t know whether he felt guilty or something else towards her, it was undeniable that his feelings for Xiang Yun had indeed changed. At least when he was with her, he felt relaxed and happy; when he couldn’t see her, he would get bored, restless... He missed her!
Missed her!
This thought startled him, his eyes as black as obsidian as he stared blankly at the bed canopy. Why did he have such thoughts? What was happening? Could it be that he had... fallen for her?
No way, he had always favored women who were uniquely graceful and untouched by worldly dust, like Wanqing – proficient and skilled in zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting; whereas Xiang Yun was far from being untainted by worldly dust. She wasn’t versed in literature, disregarded minor details, liked to laugh loudly, enjoyed playing pranks, and adored eating messily. Such a woman, he simply couldn’t... like?
Didn’t he like her? Yet, when he was with her he was genuinely happy, much happier than when he recited poetry with Wanqing, and much more at ease. During the time he was injured, he had laughed more than he had in the previous eighteen years combined. She always managed to make him burst out laughing or laugh till he cried. Sometimes, just remembering something she said or did would make him chuckle foolishly for a long while, filled with joy, but was this love?
He had defied ancestral teachings and ethics for Wanqing; how could he possibly fall in love with another woman? Perhaps, the feelings he had for Xiang Yun weren’t love at all, but just a habit formed unknowingly from being around her daily, gradually developing a fondness for her. Yes, that must be it!
Mo Zili told himself this, yet he felt something was off, as if there was something he hadn’t figured out yet, and so he pondered over and over until dawn.
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Xiang Yun had also been restless all night, getting up to dress before daylight.
Yesterday, Cai Wei had sent Huan Qiu to tell her to visit Muji’s Shen Record Shop today. It was a good reason to leave home, especially when she didn’t want to face him. After dressing up, she stepped out, passing the hall where the man was reading at the table. Hearing her footsteps, Mo Zili closed the book and looked up.