After a month of living together day and night, Nangong had long since gotten used to the distance between Yan Wuxie and her. She even longed to continue relying on each other like this, and sleeping was the happiest time for Nangong every day.
Although Yan Wuxie was shy, whenever Nangong said she was cold, he would hold her in his arms and fall asleep together.
This is also a major reason why Yan Wuxie is going to buy coal today. Winters in the north are much harsher than winters in the south. Winters in the north can really freeze people to death, while winters in the south don't freeze people to death but are subject to continuous magical attacks, but they are still much warmer than the north.
Nangong rubbed her hands together and breathed on them to warm them. Seeing that neither she nor Yan Wuxie had gloves on, she decided to buy some thread at the tailor shop on her way and knit gloves and scarves herself!
Even though Nangong had never learned it, she had seen the servants in her house do it, and she believed that she could definitely do it. Just like cooking, the food she made was delicious now.
Seeing the girl beside him breathing on her hand, Yan Wuxie took one of her hands and put Nangong's hand into his pocket.
"We need to buy some gloves and scarves later; your hands are all red from the cold."
The two had the same idea: gloves and scarves. However, one thought of buying them while the other thought of making them himself.
Nangong put his other hand in his pocket, feeling the warmth of the boy holding him.
“It’s okay, let’s make it ourselves. Homemade ones are thicker and more expensive to buy.”
Yan Wuxie nodded. Nangong saw that Yan Wuxie's hands, which were holding the umbrella, were red from the cold. So he reached out his hand from his pocket to take the umbrella from Yan Wuxie, but Yan Wuxie dodged him.
"It's okay, I'll take it."
Nangong pursed her lips; she still wanted to snatch it from Yan Wuxie's hands.
"I'll hold it for a bit, your hands are all red."
Yan Wuxie held the umbrella high so that Nangong couldn't reach it. Nangong tried to stand on tiptoe, but to no avail. Instead, the two of them ended up pressed together as they struggled to grab it, creating a somewhat ambiguous atmosphere.
The boy and girl looked into each other's eyes. Yan Wuxie's eyes were clear, and Nangong's eyes were full of tenderness. They subconsciously moved closer to each other until their lips touched.
Seeing that Yan Wuxie had closed his eyes, Nangong also slowly closed his eyes. The cold, fine snow became a mere backdrop, and the two of them were the only ones on the snow-covered path leading into the city.
She didn't know how long they kissed, but Nangong couldn't take it anymore and pushed Yan Wuxie away. She was breathing heavily, apparently because it was her first time kissing and she didn't know she could breathe.
Yan Wuxie instinctively felt his face burning; he found the girl's panting appearance incredibly cute.
Nangong calmed her breathing, her face flushed with embarrassment. She took Yan Wuxie's hand, which wasn't holding an umbrella, and put it into her pocket.
"Let's go, let's go, or we'll miss our chance."
"well."
After buying coal, they went to buy wire. Yan Wuxie and Nangong had completed their mission for this trip. After buying food, the two set off on their way home.
Nangong held a candied hawthorn in one hand and several small bags in the other. Seeing that Yan Wuxie couldn't free his hands, Nangong held the candied hawthorn in front of him.
"Would you like one?"
Yan Wuxie nodded, then took a bite of one, and Nangong also ate one. The simple candied hawthorn made the young couple feel happier than ever before.
As night fell, the light snow outside turned into a fierce blizzard. The howling wind pounded against the windows, making a loud banging sound. Although it was cold outside, it was warm inside. Yan Wuxie lit a brazier, which raised the temperature inside considerably.
On the wooden bench, Nangong sat close to Yan Wuxie, busy with the thread she had bought in the city during the day. She planned to make gloves first, and based on her memory of the process of the servants making them, Nangong began to weave them little by little.
The two people sitting next to each other didn't feel embarrassed at all; since they were sleeping together anyway, it didn't matter if they were close.
Yan Wuxie closed the book in his hand, reached out and put his arm around Nangong, who was startled by his sudden action.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm leaving the capital in a few days to go to the Western Regions to complete the mission assigned to me by my superiors. I'll be back in about a week."
Upon hearing this, Nangong was taken aback at first, then leaned against Yan Wuxie's chest.
"Be careful, I'll be waiting for you to come back."
The girl's approach made Yan Wuxie somewhat flustered, but the boy followed his heart and hugged Nangong.
"wait for me."
"Um."
When it was time to sleep, Yan Wuxie moved the brazier into the room so that he wouldn't be cold while sleeping.
Even though the room was warm, Nangong still nestled in Yan Wuxie's arms. After all, they had been sleeping like this for a month, and it made her feel very comfortable and allowed her to sleep soundly.
Perhaps because a brief separation was approaching, Nangong couldn't sleep. She held Yan Wuxie's clothes tightly in her hand. Yan Wuxie felt at ease smelling the familiar yet never-tiring fragrance emanating from the girl.
"Can't you sleep?" Yan Wuxie noticed that Nangong hadn't fallen asleep and was clutching his clothes, seemingly preoccupied.
Nangong raised his head and met Yan Wuxie's clear eyes. As he looked at her, she blushed and lowered her head again, but soon she raised her head again. Nangong leaned in little by little, and Yan Wuxie realized what the girl wanted to do. He swallowed and slowly moved closer to the girl's kiss.
No, I didn't do it.
For the next few days, Nangong and Yan Wuxie were inseparable, except for going to the toilet and taking a bath together.
Yan Wuxie set off under Nangong's reluctant gaze. Nangong felt an unprecedented sense of loss as she watched the boy with his bag disappear into the distance. She gritted her teeth and didn't turn back into the house until Yan Wuxie was out of sight.
It was a sunny day. Nangong carried the quilt out to the yard to air it out. Without Yan Wuxie, she wouldn't be able to wash the sheets and blankets by herself. She tidied up the house again and checked the time; it was only noon.
Nangong had no appetite for lunch. She walked step by step to the bedside, collapsed onto the bed, and curled up like a wronged infant, falling asleep amidst the endless stream of longing that welled up in her heart.
In the days without Yan Wuxie, Nangong ate alone, read alone, and slept alone. The empty house was where the girl, who longed for her boy's return, would pace back and forth from time to time.
She didn't know what Yan Wuxie had gone through in just one week. She only saw that when the boy returned home, there were a few streaks of red like maple leaves in his short black hair, his originally clear eyes had become deep, and even the childishness on his face had faded a lot. There was also a black umbrella on his backpack.
Yan Wuxie held Nangong tightly in his arms. The familiar scent and warm body of the girl told him that he was home.
"I'm back."
"It's good that you're back."
Two short sentences cannot fully express the mutual longing in the hearts of the boy and girl. Only a long kiss and an embrace can pour out all their grievances, and only the girl's tears can tell the boy that someone is still waiting for him to come home.
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