Chapter 8 The Girl's Name

  "Dare to ask the young lady's name." Yi Qian Xun turned his face to look at me, I stared at him for a moment without reacting, thinking for a while before realizing he was asking my name: "My name is Su Su."

  "Su Su..." He slowly savored the two words, as if to bite them into his heart: "Miss Su, why are you alone on Chang'an Street?"

  In ancient times, a single woman appearing alone on the street was indeed very unusual.

  I hung my head and my voice was like a mosquito's whine: "Because... I ran away from home."

  He turned back in surprise, alerting himself to his loss of composure, and asked me softly, "What happened?"

  I let out a soft sigh, gazing at the butterflies dancing on the lake's surface, and said with infinite envy: "Because my mother wants to force me to marry someone I don't like, and he's also seriously ill."

  Chihiro fell silent, thinking for a long time before saying: "When parents are around, don't go on distant travels. Even if they force you, you shouldn't leave home."

  I hung my head and said nothing.

  He paused for a moment and continued: "Go back and have a good talk with your parents. I believe they will understand you."

  Seeing his encouraging expression, I involuntarily nodded.

  I patted my body and stood up, Yichien also stood up. The pleasant sound was like the collision of fine jade stones. In this quiet suburb, it was even more wonderful: "I'll send you back, now the city is not peaceful outside, you're a girl, it's not safe."

  I let out a soft "hmm" from my nose, "Wait for me for a moment." I ran to the riverbank and carefully washed off the dirt on my face. Looking at the young and beautiful self in the river water, I couldn't help but sigh that it's great to be alive! What's better than being healthy and alive?

  I patted the water droplets on my face, originally wanting to use my sleeve to wipe it clean, but was afraid of making it even dirtier, so I gave up.

  Yi Qianxun seemed like a very reserved person, and when I turned around, all I saw was his unnatural back facing me, occasionally clearing his throat. It was really quite amusing. Ancient men were actually more shy than modern women! I called out to him with a "hey!" and he turned around, looking at me with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

  I looked at his flushed face and couldn't help but feel dizzy, I was just washing my face, if I were to take a bath in front of him... cough, forgive me for the perverted thoughts in my head. However, facing such a beautiful man, it's hard for any normal woman to resist.