She had always been the one in charge at home, and everyone said she was capable. But she also longed for someone to protect her, to keep her from having to worry so much. Listening to the usually quiet Qingmu methodically lay out plans for her, her heart settled—she had chosen the right person.
She didn't feel shy anymore. She looked up at him, her eyes rimmed with red, and whispered, "Alright! I understand."
Qingmu had seen her decisive and sharp demeanor at home, but now she looked gentle and well-behaved. His heart softened, and he felt a surge of protectiveness. He was used to looking after Juhua, and right now, he wished he could do all the rough chores for Yunlan himself.
So he added, "You should spend less time in the fields. Let Yungen manage things more often. You can guide him from the side. Let him gain some experience, and he'll easily become a bit more Old Cheng. When you get mar... When we're together later, we can help your father and the others."
