High-class Spring Joy

Chu Jingxian was stunned when he heard Qing Yuan say this.

Throughout his life, ever since Chu Jingxian injured his eyes, no one had ever spoken to him in such a way. His subordinates, Zheji and Chensha, would naturally not mention such things. His Highness the Crown Prince had also taken great care of him, always considering his inconvenience with his eyes.

Therefore, people who are familiar with him never suggest things like admiring flowers, the moon, or the stars together, because they are afraid of hurting his hidden pain.

But Qingyuan just said it so directly, and after she finished speaking, she didn't regret it or want to take it back at all. It's clear that Qingyuan's words were not impulsive or subconscious.

Qingyuan genuinely wanted to take him to admire the moon, flowers, and stars.

Chu Jingxian had never received such an invitation before, one that required the use of the eyes, or even relied primarily on vision. He had even forgotten when he last received such an invitation; perhaps it was before his eyes were injured.

"The night sky is beautiful. Perhaps Qingyuan can share it with others, but I can't see it, so it's bound to be boring."

After his initial surprise, Chu Jingxian's first reaction was to say these words.

Yes, in Chu Jingxian's heart. No matter who Qingyuan goes to see it with, whether it's the Broken Halberd or the Sinking Sand, they can all see the beauty of the night sky, the coolness of the moon, and the twinkling stars. But he can't see anything, so naturally he can't accompany Qingyuan.

Little did Chu Jingxian know, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a pair of soft, warm hands rest on his shoulders, and then he heard Qing Yuan's gentle and clear voice in his ear—

"It wasn't anyone else who caused me to fall from up there. I don't want anyone else to accompany me; I only want you, young master, to come with me."

"Moreover, the moon is truly beautiful tonight, and there are so many stars. Such a magnificent night view is something you should enjoy with me, young master. Besides, since you've already come all this way, you must have something to say to me. Why don't we go up together, enjoy the moon, and talk? You can just consider it a change of scenery to discuss your business."

"The Third Young Master is the most upright and unparalleled gentleman I have ever met. A gentleman like him would surely take responsibility for his mistakes. He wouldn't cause me to fall but then be too afraid to take the blame, would he? A gentleman as righteous as you would never do such a cowardly thing."

As Qingyuan spoke, she pulled Chu Jingxian's arm and pushed him forward little by little until they reached the ladder.

Chu Jingxian remained silent, a rare occurrence for him, because he didn't know how to refuse. This little girl, Qingyuan, was trying every trick in the book to get him to admire the moon together, and perhaps deep down, he didn't really want to refuse.

Chu Jingxian reluctantly allowed Qing Yuan to push him to the ladder, the top of which rested on the edge of the roof.

The next moment, those warm little hands grasped his wrists, and placed his large hands on the top of the ladder. Qingyuan explained:

"This servant does not know martial arts, nor can I magically transport you to the rooftop. So, you'll have to make do with this. Climb the ladder; it's very stable. Just be slow and take your first step before moving on the next rung."

Having heard Qingyuan say this much, Chu Jingxian found it difficult to refuse even if he wanted to. He could only try to grab the two sides of the ladder with his hands, put his feet on the ladder, and try to climb up step by step.

Throughout this process, Qingyuan carefully reminded him, "Young Master, you've missed a step. Step down a little further."

"No, no, you stepped off course this time, a little to the left. Why are you so impatient, young master?"

"Almost there, young master, you're too impatient. Don't be so hasty, move it a little to the right."

"Just a few more steps, we'll be on the roof soon."

If Qingyuan's words were spoken in a normal interaction with her master, they would be completely against the rules and would be severely punished. Any one of them would be an offense to her master.

Chu Jingxian simply did as Qingyuan said, without showing the slightest impatience or scolding Qingyuan.

Instead, with Qingyuan's reproachful reminders, Chu Jingxian felt a strange and long-lost sense of relaxation and ease.

Chu Jingxian only knew that in the more than ten years since he went blind, no one had ever treated him like a normal person. They either looked down on him, mocked him, felt sorry for him, or perhaps pitied him, cared for him, and showed concern for him, but they were all ashamed to mention his eyes. They would never mention his eyes.

The little girl in front of him gave Chu Jingxian the rare illusion that he was a normal person who could hear, see, and speak.

After finally reaching the rooftop, the two of them were on the roof. Qingyuan had already laid out a blanket on the roof, and Chu Jingxian was sitting next to her. There was a small table in the middle with several jugs of wine on it.

Chu Jingxian felt somewhat lost, not only because he couldn't see, but also because he rarely sat on the ground like this. After he lost his sight, he couldn't even travel smoothly on flat ground, let alone climb onto the roof.

Just then, two round and cold objects suddenly landed in his palm. Chu Jingxian rubbed them between his fingers, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, but he didn't ask a question immediately.

A cheerful explanation came from nearby: "These are candies I brought up. They're sweet but not cloying, soft and chewy, just the kind Hongdou loves. I thought you'd like to try some, young master. Consider it a reward for climbing the ladder to the roof!"

Qingyuan wasn't recklessly overstepping his bounds. From Chu Jingxian's half-hearted resistance earlier, he sensed that he actually longed to be treated like an ordinary person.

For example, after Qingyuan said those words, Chu Jingxian did not make any move for the time being, but when Qingyuan turned her head to look at the moon, she saw out of the corner of her eye that Chu Jingxian pinched a candy and put it in his mouth.

Qingyuan couldn't help but smile: "The moon is indeed extremely beautiful tonight. Lying on the roof, looking at this endless and beautiful night sky, a gentle evening breeze is blowing, and the night is quiet and peaceful, as if everything is so calm and serene."

Chu Jingxian remained silent for a moment, only to find that he could not find any response that matched his words. He sensed that the atmosphere between the two of them had suddenly become tense.

He pursed his lips: "Watching the moon with me is boring, isn't it? I can't see it, I don't know what the scenery is like, and I can't say anything to respond to you."

Qingyuan scoffed, a pang of tenderness rising in her heart as she looked at his expression. "How could that be? If I wanted something interesting, I could spend some money to find a few storytellers in Bianjing. We could all tell stories together, that would be much more entertaining. Besides, who says you don't know what the scenery is like? Even if you can't see, you have me, don't you? Tonight, I'll share half of my eyes with you."

As she spoke, Qingyuan described the boundless night sky to Chu Jingxian in detail and with great clarity:

"In the boundless darkness, a perfectly round moon, as round as a white jade plate, radiates a cool, clear light that hangs in the night sky. The light is white, transparent, and gentle. Scattered haphazardly in the surrounding darkness are dozens of stars, some dim and tiny like fireflies, while others are much brighter, their light larger and more luminous, appearing as small as candle flames..."

Qing Yuan's calm and gentle voice described the scene bit by bit, using many easy-to-understand metaphors. It didn't seem very profound or elegant, but it allowed Chu Jingxian to imagine what those things looked like.

As she described it, Chu Jingxian felt as if a hammer was striking his heart again and again, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, making his heart melt completely.