Yao'er nodded heavily, saying with earnestness, "I will definitely roast the rabbit until it's fragrant, so that the immortal can eat their fill."
After eating their fill, the immortal wouldn't be able to fly.
He was truly a clever imp.
Only two people remained in the room. For some reason, Chang Sheng felt inexplicably nervous. Though he knew Shen Yue couldn't see, he still felt constrained.
Fidgeting with his sleeve, Chang Sheng's refined, jade-like face flushed slightly. "Does it still hurt?"
Shen Yue couldn't see Chang Sheng's expression and didn't detect any abnormality in his voice. She shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Looking at Shen Yue's strikingly beautiful eyes, Chang Sheng's mind went blank. He nodded, murmuring, "It's good that it doesn't hurt, good that it doesn't hurt."
Thinking of something, Chang Sheng's eyes lit up. He looked hesitantly at the person before him, dressed in plain clothes.
"I still don't know how to address you?"
It was amusing, Chang Sheng had never intended to get to know this person. His entire family lived solitary lives, with no attachment to the mortal world. Regarding Shen Yue, he was prepared for her to leave at any moment, thus there was no need to get acquainted with someone who would leave soon.
The name of a passerby was not important.
That was his initial thought.
Furthermore, Shen Yue had never introduced herself, indicating she also felt it was unnecessary.
In that case, it should be considered a destined encounter, a feast that would disperse at any moment.
But now, he suddenly wished to know Shen Yue's name, a desire born from the depths of his heart.
It was like a stone tossed into a calm, undisturbed lake, sending ripples across the surface, disturbing its tranquility, making it difficult to return to peace for a long, long time.
He wanted to know the person before him and remember her in his heart.
Chang Sheng gazed at her, his thumbs, hanging by his sides, unconsciously pressing into his fingertips, his heart unable to help but tighten.
Shen Yue's appearance was cool, her complexion pale and cold. When her features were serene, she resembled the eternally unmelting snow on a high peak.
Those vacant yet beautiful, pale red eyes seemed devoid of any emotion.
Chang Sheng suddenly wondered if he had asked too hastily.
He rarely ventured into the world, spending most of his time in Fengyan Valley, confined within self-imposed boundaries.
He was a man both simple and complex, with only a partial understanding of human relationships and worldly affairs. He pondered what he would do if Shen Yue refused to tell him her name.
Chang Sheng's heart grew cold. Although there was no wind at that moment, he felt a biting cold wind pierce his chest, his entire heart sinking into an ice cellar.
"My name is Shen Yue."
Shen Yue spoke her name. She had actually been hesitating whether to say Xi Yu or Shen Yue, ultimately choosing the latter.
Because the title Xi Yu was too renowned; she suspected even Chang Sheng, living in the secluded valley, might have heard of it. Revealing that name would make her intentions too obvious.
The name Shen Yue was different; very few people knew it. Even those close to her only called her Xi Yu.
The man's exquisitely drawn, painted eyebrows, previously shadowed with gloom, were now filled with joy and a burning warmth. It was as if tender sprouts were emerging from withered grass, this touch of green exceptionally bright, forming a beautiful scenery in itself.
His voice was gentle, low, as if imbued with affection. "Shen Yue..."
He slowly savored the two words, as if to crush them and melt them into his heart.
It was filled with adoration.
"Shen Yue..." he called out again, as if he was overjoyed with the name, a smile gracing his face that he himself was unaware of. "What a beautiful name."
Shen Yue, however, found her own name rather ordinary, lacking any particular highlight.
Yao'er finished roasting the rabbit and joyfully came to call them to eat.
He specifically placed the largest rabbit leg into Shen Yue's bowl.
Smelling the alluring aroma, Shen Yue was almost moved to tears of joy. She hadn't eaten in a very, very long time.
Previously, Rong Hua would make her some soups or pastries, but after they gradually grew distant, he stopped doing so. To be honest, she quite missed that taste.
The system, engrossed in watching an idol drama, glanced at its host. The sight startled it: [Hold on! Control your expression! Otherwise, we'll have to restart the process!]
Shen Yue immediately reined herself in, her face serene and otherworldly. She elegantly cut off a small piece with a small knife. The moment she tasted it, she couldn't help but exclaim in her heart.
It was incredibly fragrant, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, the meat so delicious she wished she could lick her tongue clean.
The system sometimes found this host rather disappointing, getting so excited over a mere rabbit leg, acting like a bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Eventually, both rabbit legs ended up in Shen Yue's stomach. There was no helping it; Chang Sheng was too considerate, cutting his portion of the rabbit leg and giving it to Shen Yue.
Shen Yue wanted to refuse, but it was a rabbit leg!
So, she could only eat it with dignified grace.
After eating, Shen Yue was quite full, her little belly round and distended.
Yao'er, seeing that his goal had been achieved, revealed a triumphant smile.
Shen Yue truly couldn't understand why a child possessed such excellent cooking skills and was so adept at being charming. He constantly doted on her with food, making Shen Yue feel as though she had gained quite a bit of weight.
The system, fearing Shen Yue might forget the main objective, reminded her once.
Shen Yue had indeed almost forgotten the purpose of her arrival. Upon the system's reminder, she finally came to her senses.
This made her feel a little disheartened.
Wuwuwu, she wouldn't be able to eat delicious meals anymore.
Chang Sheng continued to go up the mountain to gather herbs, but the home was no longer waiting for him alone; there were now two people.
Yao'er was picking flowers in the courtyard. He chose them meticulously, selecting the brightest, most beautifully shaped, and most fragrant ones.
Shen Yue sat nearby, basking in the sun. Her internal chill was too severe.
Yao'er picked a small, bright red flower and trotted towards Shen Yue, then carefully tucked the flower behind Shen Yue's ear.
The extreme red and the extreme white clashed, forming a richly colored ink wash painting.
Shen Yue let him have his way, her expression unchanging, her eyebrows extremely faint and serene, like a gently flowing clear spring. When expressionless, she was naturally cold like frost and snow, more like an immortal detached from worldly desires.
However, with a small red flower tucked behind her ear, it diluted her coldness, adding a touch of vibrant color.
Yao'er gazed at her, mesmerized, his eyes bright, clapping his small hands in delight, "Beautiful, truly beautiful, the immortal is the most beautiful."
His little mouth was quite sweet.
Whether it was the warm sunshine or the refreshingly cool breeze, a smile appeared on Shen Yue's face.