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Since the marriage contract was established, Yu Chunmiao had made it a habit to tease Qi Chong every night before bed, provoking him until he would run off in a fluster. Qi Chong was genuinely happy, but he also felt a real discomfort.
However, ever since Qi Chong began practicing walking without crutches, Yu Chunmiao had toned down her antics considerably. With each step he took, it was evident how much effort it required from him; his physical exhaustion had doubled his appetite. If he didn’t get enough sleep at night, it truly felt like it would take a toll on him.
As June came to an end, Yu Chunmiao and Qi Chong were busy tallying their accounts in their room. Every time they received money, she would diligently record it. Not being able to write with a brush, she had Qi Rong help her fashion a quill from a goose feather, while Qi Yuan thoughtfully provided her with a bamboo holder. Mimicking the ancient Western style, she created her own quill pen.
After finishing the accounts, Yu Chunmiao kissed Qi Chong’s face a few times and wished him goodnight before leaving. Qi Chong picked up the oil lamp and walked over to the desk to review the accounts. The daily figures were calculated meticulously; he took an abacus and ran through the numbers again, finding that the final balance was exact.
Since the first day they started collecting money, after deducting the cost of rice and the rental fees for the Ox Cart for the first two times, as well as expenses for food, medicine, and even clothing and shoes for his mother and brother, they had earned a total of thirteen taels and seven wen in June.
He couldn’t understand how Yu Chunmiao managed to calculate everything without an abacus. Then he noticed a crumpled piece of paper on the floor; Yu Chunmiao must have left it behind when she took three other sheets with her.
Unfolding the paper, Qi Chong felt a mix of emotions. The page was filled with unfamiliar symbols—some looked like sticks, others were circles or resembled gourds. These strange symbols were connected together with horizontal lines drawn beneath every two.
For the first time in his life, he felt fear. This was just the balance sheet; the last word on it was clear enough.
Qi Chong looked back at the accounts: one was one, three was three, seven was seven—he quickly grasped their meanings. He held his head in his hands, resting his forehead against the desk as he struggled to untangle his chaotic thoughts.
Yu Chunmiao was extraordinary; from the very first day at Qi Family, she had been different from everyone else. He hadn’t fallen for her upon first sight; it was when he heard her caring for her mother late at night that he felt his heart stir. Even if she weren’t beautiful, he would still love her.
But she was so peculiar; she understood things that didn’t exist in this world. Was she truly a fairy from heaven? Would there come a day when she would ascend to the skies? Just like in ancient legends where mortals fell in love with celestial beings, there would ultimately be no happy ending.
He burned the draft paper, as if to destroy the evidence.
Qi Chong sat at his desk all night, and as the first light of dawn broke, Yu Chunmiao pushed open the door.
"Why are you up so early?" Yu Chunmiao asked, glancing at the accounts and abacus on the table. Within moments, she understood the answer. "Are you worried I might make a mistake, so you went over it again?"
Qi Chong looked up at her with eyes full of admiration. Yes, there was no doubt about it—Yu Chunmiao was impressive.
Could someone as remarkable as Yu Chunmiao truly belong to him? The kind of forever that lasted until they both took their last breaths and were buried in the earth.
Yu Chunmiao leaned closer to him, noticing the dark circles under his eyes. She cupped his face and said, "Did you not sleep last night? Have you been practicing walking too hard lately? The doctor said not to overdo it; you have to take it slow."
Qi Chong pulled her onto his lap, embracing her tightly as if it were their last hug.
He held her with such intensity, as if he wanted to crush her into his very being, merging her into his flesh and blood.
"I'll listen to you; whatever you say goes."
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