⊹₊⟡⋆ ꜱᴄʜᴏʟᴀʀ ʜᴇ 。

Nevermind, I was only musing to myself and making opinions based on what I know.

...

Well, in any case I think a cesarean section would be safer than the normal birthing process for such a thing. What if the baby is also breeched? It will be difficult, and the mother might not last long if they are experiencing labor pains while waiting for the fetus to adjust its position.

So, Nascent Soul stage isn't even the highest realm one can achieve even after thousands of years of cultivation in that type of world, huh...

I've come to the conclusion that maybe de-aging myself, would help me with my problems. Either that or I just transform into a much smaller creature.

Um, how? How is that possible, how could a male give birth. Unless they give birth like how female hyenas do, then wouldn't that be extremely risky and painful? I guess when it comes to entities that can change gender at will, it is no problem, but in worlds where a normal man can get pregnant...hm.

[Takes off glasses.]

Wow, you're fucking blurry.

Who the fuck is this guy

???

You sound as if you do not believe me, but I guess there is some validity to that. I cannot even predict myself at times, it's only right for you to worry about my...unpleasant habits.

It's not because I have buried myself in reading lately, could it?

Every passing day feels the same.

[Continues watching from behind a tree, looking at her ever so fondly.]

I agree. With a pavilion, it would look like a picturesque scene.

I hadn't noticed that the temperature was getting hotter. If it gets too hot inside Paradise Manor, then a pavilion on the lake will do well where one could cool off. It's a grand idea, I'm sure Crimson Rain, or Hua Chengzhu, would take it into consideration.

[Sneers.]

¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

doing so that both of them could place the flower lantern on the surface of the water. Letting it drift away, like countless other wishes that were floating.]

[At the mention of such title, he raised a brow at him again for a short while before continuing writing.]

You never pay attention anyway, but, sure.

[When he finished writing, he put away the brush and then held the lantern to Hua Cheng, +

What do you wish for, Crimson Rain?

[He looked back up at Hua Cheng's eye, then nodded slowly while sighing. He finally took the lantern into his hand, and with his free one, he summoned a brush.]

Then, I suppose, I will be the one to write the wishes.

[He wrote his wish on one side, then turned the lantern around.]

+

He Xuan then spoke, voice was steady, almost indifferent, yet spoken so softly.]

I do not see you in the same way you see me. I...do not love you, Crimson Rain.

In the annals of history he's read, in the footnotes of this one specific event, this practice of creating and setting a lantern together, was meant for lovers. He Xuan then realized it. An unspoken confession wrapped in something as simple as light and water.

+

[He Xuan's eyes shifted to the lantern, the disbelief on his face too raw to be masked, and he was supposed to be a master of it. With his experience of having to pretend to be countless other identities. He didn't take it, only stared. Because he knew what it meant. +

It was as if there was something more to this than being a mere simple request to celebrate a festival together. He squinted at him slightly.]

[He Xuan met his eye, he raised a brow as he listened attentively and carefully at what he's saying. Then, a silence settled between them as soon as he finished talking, with He Xuan not saying anything. Only looking at him, scrutinizing, as if Hua Cheng intended to say something more. +

and that's the basis of which the festival was hailed from. Every year, they set up flower lanterns, and some even write wishes on them for the river to carry it to the water deity.

[Putting a hand over his chin as he watched the lanterns, he tried to recall.]

If I remember correctly, a water deity helped a man bring the stars to the river. He did it because he wanted to show the person he loved something beautiful. Something unforgettable. It's a romantic legend, +

[He Xuan gave a small hum in response, his gaze shifting to the lanterns gliding down the river as well.]

What's so special about this festival's scenery that you had to see it with me?

[He Xuan gave him a strange look.]

Don't tell me, you're the one who put all of these lanterns afloat?