6☆ Top-Up Date with Sariel - Woven Heart of a Millennium (千载织心) | Light and Night 光与夜之恋

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[Prologue]

You: By the flower bed of the entrance... let me see where that is... Ah, I see it now!

The flow of people at the plaza in front of the train station are just like woven fabrics, a familiar figure stood under a tree by the sidewalk, donned in a clean white suit, with specks of sunlight dancing all over him.

I can't help but to stop my footsteps to stare at him. Sariel is holding his phone, eyes dropping as he stares at the screen, frowning slightly, seemingly a little impatient--

Wait, impatient? I panickily took out my phone, and the display is indeed showing an incoming call.

Sariel: Is this your so-called "arriving in five minutes"?

You: I'm here, I'm here. I'm over your left!

Sariel did not hang up the call but turned his head over, and I waved towards him. His expressions are still as cold as ever, but his tensed brows have soothed out a little. I quickly ran towards him.

You: I'm sorry I'm sorry, have you waited for long? It's a little far from the metro station...

Sariel glanced at the giant luggage in my hand, and sneered softly.

Sariel: You brought so much. Are you preparing to settle down over there?

I touched my hair bashfully.

Upon knowing that I'm going to a study tour with Sariel, I can't help but to put all of my travel necessities and non-necessities into my luggage, in hopes to be able to stay calm regardless of the special situations I will face, and leave him with an impression where I am steadily reliable.

As for clothes... I've indeed brought a couple sets extra.

You: Uh, wait right here for me for a little, I'm going to collect my ticket, will be right back.

As I spoke, I took out my identity card and was about to run towards the ticket collection center. But just when I took a couple steps away, Sariel called out to me.

Sariel: Luggage.

You: Huh?

Sariel: Do you plan to carry it to squeeze yourself over there?

Following his line of gaze, one of the ticket collection machine seemed to have broken, travelers are arguing with the staff, and it's a complete chaos over there.

Sariel: Give me the luggage. I'll go with you.

You: Okay... Thank you.

However, this luggage has never returned to my hand ever since. Sariel kept dragging it, his footsteps have also slowed down slightly because of this, and it's just nice enough for me to catch up to him.

When we're finally seated in the train compartment, I let out a long breath in relief. There are too many people in the station today, and the weather is also comparably hotter than a few days ago, intensifying everyone's irritation, that it's clamorous everywhere.

As for the reason why we've chosen a railway--

Few days ago--

Sariel: Get ready, you'll be heading to Tianqin City next week for a study tour. You'll be in charge of this collaborative project with the textile museum upon returning.

You: Tianqin City... Oh wow, I was just planning to travel there.

Tianqin City is a large textile city that has quite some distance from GuangQi with a long history. Not only it has a developed textiles industry, it is also said that there are many rare handicraft tactics among the residents.

Just when I was planning on the places to visit, Sariel coughed lightly.

Sariel: 9AM Monday, I'll be picking you up by car. Go there yourself if you overslept.

You: Wait, are you going there too director?

Sariel: Do you have an opinion on that? When did I say that you're going alone?

You: I don't have an opinion against it at all! But it'll take nine hours to drive there, that'd be too harsh on you. How about we go there by train?

The intercity train only takes three hours, although not as fast as flights, but it has no risks of delay. That's what I originally thought, and I was just blurting it out simply.

But it's possible to look at the scenery outside if we are going there by train, and with Sariel, it'd probably be a very unforgettable experience. As my thoughts have reached this point, the idea has became firm.

You: Can we, director?

Sariel: ......

You: Trains are very convenient, and they won't be late too.

Sariel: Too noisy.

You: We can also see sceneries from the train, and it'd be greatly helpful for me to have inspirations.

Sariel: Any random cat under the office building would help to inspire you, there's no need to board a train.

*T/N: (Oh MC, he's trying to spend 9 hours with you in the car!!)

You: ...... Director, this is my once-in-a-lifetime request, let's go there by train!

A slightly mocking smile surfaced from Sariel's lips.

Sariel: If I didn't remember wrongly, this is already your eighth once-in-a-lifetime request.

I have ran out of tricks up my sleeve. But he ended up nodded and agreed to it.

Who would've known that it's just as he said, it has been very noisy throughout our journey today.

I secretly peeked at Sariel who is sitting by my side. He reclined against the window, looking at the scenery flashing outside the window, a faint layer of thin sweat surfaced over his temples, it's probably caused by the crowd earlier.

This is already the most embarrassing moment I've seen of him.

You: Sariel... did I set you up? Would you regret boarding the train?

Sariel turned his head over, golden pupils gleams in sunlight, that I was a little dazed.

Sariel: I never regret on something I've promised. Moreover... the scenery isn't bad.

A little flower bloomed in my heart, and I showed him the tickets I still held onto as if I'm showing him a treasure.

You: There are so many people in this train, I've been queueing for a long time to snatch a window seat.

Sariel: You wanted me to praise you?

You: No, not at all, as long as you're happy in this ride, it'd be the greatest praise I can receive.

Sariel's expression seemed like he's unsure if he is speechless or finding me ridiculous. After a while, he stood up.

You: What's wrong?

Sariel: Sit in there.

You: Eh? Why is that?

Sariel: Didn't you say you wanted to search for inspiration by looking at the scenery? Tell me once you disembarked. If there aren't any, then you'll never get to go on business trips with me by train anymore.

Is that so? Turns out there are still chances to board a train with him. I suddenly didn't feel threatened at all, but have instead felt sweetness in my heart.

Not a minute more, not a minute less, the train has arrived the station on time.

We are now standing in the spacious central plaza, staring at the city map on the display board.

Sariel: Where do you want to go first

You: Am I the one deciding?

Sariel: Who else would that be? Are you the one studying or am I the one studying?

After giving it a good thought, I've decided to first visit--

[Choice: After giving it a good thought, I've decided to first visit--]

Intimacy: Textile Museum

Listening: Embroidery Museum

Heartthrob (1): Mountain Village

Heartthrob (2): Dyeing Street

[Choice: Do Nothing]

You: I'm fine with anywhere, as long as I'm following you!

Sariel: You're just like a little tail.

Coincidentally, the nearest spot from us is a silkworm rearing house open for visitations, and we subconsciously walked there.

There are a few people that looked like students experiencing silk reeling there, first boiling the fresh silk cocoons in a pot, then reel the silk threads out one by one.

You: Wow, I can't believe that cooked cocoon silks are so stretchy!

Sariel: You'll find out if you give it a try.

With consent from the staff, the two of us also took out a few cocoons and gave them a go.

Yet after an hour has passed, the two of us only managed to reel a tiny plate of silk...

You: So tired! I can't do this anymore, I'm going blind. With this bit of silk, would it even be enough to weave it into a hairband?

Sariel: You've got to be kidding me, it'd be good enough if it can be weaved into a rope.

I placed the silk cocoon that was half reeled to the side, and laid in front of Sariel with an aggrieved expression.

You: Sariel, my neck hurts, my hands hurt, my arms hurt, my eyes hurt... I'm also very hungry, can we go eat something please...

Sariel: I suppose the last part is your main point.

I smiled awkwardly as I pull Sariel up, and left the rearing house together.

[Intimacy: Textile Museum]

You: I've been taking courses related to woven textiles recently, so I wanted to broaden my perspectives by visiting the textile museum!

Entering the museum, what welcomes me are the vast varieties of textile displays, they are all allowed for visitors to touch and experience.

Silk and satin, brocades and Kesi*... I looked at the items one by one, and I can't help but to exclaim at the wisdom of the ancient people that have invented these textiles.

*T/N: The original text used "Lin, Luo, Chou, Duan, Zhijin, Kesi..." but it is a little difficult to translate them to all terms directly so I'll explain about them here. while 绫罗绸缎 is a phrase for silk and satin, it is actually comprised of four different types of textiles.

Lin (绫) is a woven silk, weaved with slants, loose and thin. Its patterns are mainly woven in a slanted manner, generally used in the 'frames' of paintings, or used as traditional inner garment; Luo (罗) is a woven silk that is weaved in crossed lines that are dense and tough, while it still has holes somewhat similar to mesh that makes it both elegant yet breathable; Chou (绸) is a woven silk weaved with flat lines, with a thin and soft texture, and it is either plain or consists of floral patterns; and Duan (缎) is the satin we know of - glossy on the surface, but the inner side is the opposite.

On the other hand, Zhijin (织锦) or Chinese brocade is a silk fabric that is said to have the highest technical level to produce in China. It is woven into various patterns of fabrics with colored golden threads; and Kesi (缂丝) is a technique in Chinese silk tapestry invented by the Sogdians (an ancient Iranian civilization between the Amu Darya and the Syr Darya, and in present-day Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Kazakhstan, and Kyrgyzstan) and improved by the Uyghurs. It is admired for its lightness and clarity of pattern. At first, this technique was chiefly used to protect scrolls containing paintings.

I carried a roll of soft silk as I caress it continuously, that I liked it so much I didn't want to let it go.

You: Wow! So comfortable...

Sariel: Do you know that your actions now are looking like a pre-school kid?

You: It has nothing to do with being a kid, even adults have a thirst for touch.

Sariel (flustered): Ahem, what?

You: Ah~ It's indeed that quality fabric will give people the most authentic happiness. The thirst for touch. Could you actually don't have that?

Sariel: No.

You: I don't believe it. Oh right, I almost forgot you have fur. Could it possibly be that, as long as you turn into a fox, you'll hug your own big fluffy tail...

Sariel: Shut it, if you don't want to learn then we can leave.

You: Of course I wanted to learn! But there are some mixed fabrics*, without looking at the ingredients list it's really impossible to imagine the types of ingredients used.

*T/N: Fabrics that consists of two or more materials.

Sariel: Have you not learnt about them when you were studying?

You: Well I did learn them, but I'm indeed weaker in this area...

Sariel: Still brave enough to talk about it when you didn't study well? Don't just keep staring at design drafts at all times, get your foundational knowledge clear before that. I'll test you. What material is my blazer made of?

You: Huh? Uh... Will I receive rewards if I answered correctly?

Sariel: Then you don't have to answer it.

You: Huh? How can that do? I'll answer, I'll answer. Uhm... But can I touch it?

Sariel: You can only look.

You: Then you have to come closer.

(Sariel comes closer)

You: A little more closer, I can't see it well.

Sariel: ... Forget it, go ahead and touch it.

Sariel looked away uncomfortably, his ears that exudes a faint redness made me feeling a little embarrassed too.

Though we are in public, but if I were just to touch his shoulder, it should probably be fine...

As my train of thoughts came to this point, I extended an arm...

[Try touching the fabric of his blazer!]

[Outcome 1: Tap anywhere but his shoulder]

Tap on his hair: I suppose you're just trying to cause trouble, huh?

Tap on his chest: Are you more interested in my shirt?

Tap on his abdomen: What exactly are you planning to do?

Tap anywhere below abdomen: Don't you know shame?

I was overly immersed in my thirst for knowledge, that I extended my arm to touch around.

Sariel showed a shocked expression that he rarely shows, and grabbed my hand right away.

Sariel: What are you doing?

You: Touching your fabric... Didn't you agree to it just now?

Sariel (flustered): You...!

Sariel is so angry that his ears are all red, but he can't show it because he's in public. I originally intended to apologize and act obediently, but seeing him in this state, I instead didn't feel afraid anymore.

You: I just really wanted to study about it, the fabric of your clothes looked exceptionally good!

Sariel lets out a sigh, raising his arm as he takes off his blazer, then threw it in my arms.

Sariel: Then hold this yourself, and touch it to your heart's content.

You: Okay...

The faint scent of white sandalwood exuded from my arms, that I subconsciously held the blazer a little tighter.

As I see his silhouette drifting further, I thought, he can't possibly be holding a grudge, right...?

[Outcome 2: Tap on his shoulder]

Tap on his shoulder: How is it, do you have an answer now?

The fabric of Sariel's blazer is much smoother than it looks, that I threw my original mission off into the clouds upon touch, and begin to experience the touch of a high grade fabric in detail.

You: Hmm... Smooth, silky, so comfy...

Sariel: Ahem ahem!!

You: I love this fabric so much, what should I do, I want a work outfit of the same material too...

Sariel: Paired with a nest head and crocs? That would be an absolute disaster.

You: Huh? I only had a nest head with crocs because I overslept, and that was only once!

Sariel: Then you should reflect on yourself on why I would still notice it if it was only just once.

You: Hmm... That must've been because you've paid too much attention towards me!

Sariel: Hah, looking at a dummy is quite interesting after all.

You: ......

Sariel: Alright, tell me your answer.

You: Uh...

What should I do? I was so immersed in the touch that I forgot to analyze it!

You: Uh... It's definitely a mixed fabric...

Sariel: Nonsense. 0 points. Look properly now.

He suddenly pulled my wrist and gently touched the cuff of my shirt. I only came to a realization much later, that he is also looking at the fabric of my clothes.

Thank goodness I wore something that looks a little more classy, and put on perfume too...

But regardless it's still a little embarrassing, the touch of the fabric rubbing against my wrist feels ticklish. Separated by the fabric, some slight warmth are also felt from his fingertips.

You: Uhm, hurry and analyze the fabric...

Sariel: Mixed fabric of cotton and ramie fiber*, it's not crisp enough, though it'd be a pretty good material for lining.

*T/N: Ramie (苎麻) fiber is known especially for its ability to hold shape, reduce wrinkling, and introduce a silky lustre to the fabric appearance. It is not as durable as other fibers, so is usually used as a blend with other fibers such as cotton or wool. Sariel used the word '挺括'. While crisp is one word to explain it, but it means something more like "looking neat and not easy to wrinkle".

You: Huh? So my expensive shirt can only be used as a lining?

Sariel: Weren't you the one saying you wanted a work outfit of the same fabric? If you don't want it then good, saved me the trouble.

You: Ah, wait, I want it I want it! Thank you director~

I laughed merrily as I followed Sariel's footsteps, and walked to the depths of the exhibition hall.

[Listening: Embroidery Museum]

You: I heard that the embroidery museum here displayed many signature works consisting various stitching methods, and we can even experience it ourselves! I wanted to have a look over there!

Sariel: Suit yourself.

Arriving the embroidery museum, and after viewing the works displayed all over the entire long corridor, and knowing I have only mastered only a few of the stitching methods among them, I truly realized how insignificant I am.

You: Sariel look, this stitching method looks so classical! How is it made?

Sariel pointed towards the stitching zone not far away from us.

Sariel: Sit over there. I'll only demonstrate this once.

You: Hooray! Step-by-step lesson from Director Qi!

Sariel: ... As if I've never taught you in the past.

Overjoyed, I hurried towards the stitching zone to look for a seat, sitting upright and showed a look that I am ready to go.

A faint sandalwood scent surged from behind. His silhouette shrouded me, slender and pale hands extended from my side.

[A voice clip will be played here]

First draw the pattern you want to embroider, make it simple.

*sighs* Foxes have no such huge eyes. They also have no such long legs.

How did I know it's a fox? What do you think?

Fine, suit yourself.

Why are your hands trembling? You didn't even pass the thread through the eye of the needle.

Because I'm staring at you? Am I giving you that much of stress?

Then I'll be leaving.

What are you dragging for? There are children watching you.

I didn't notice this in the past, but why are you holding a needle with this posture?

Your teacher taught you that way?

If you want me to teach you, then change it right now. The sight is uncomfortable to my eyes.

Mm, this will do. Start your stitch from here, then draw the needle out from here...

Where are you looking at?

If your interest in my hands are greater than embroidering, then I believe you can consider changing industries.

Then pass it through here...

Mm, not bad.

But don't keep your shoulders this stiff. It's just like a steel plate.

Only if your posture is relaxed enough, that the embroidered image will look lively.

Okay, one more time.

*Sariel hissed in pain*

It's fine.

Such minor injury does not require you to weep and apologize.

It was me who requested you to change your hand posture of holding needles.

Just consider it as I get pricked in your place.

*MC blows air to Sariel's finger*

... No need to blow anymore.

I've said it, no need to blow anymore...

It's enough...

It didn't hurt anyway.

Lesson is over. Did you learn it?

Then make a complete one and show me.

Hm... It's so-so.

You really liked this stitching method?

Of course. Things that I give to my student, are always the best.

[Heartthrob (1): Mountain Village]

TianQin City is surrounded by mountains, with one of the mountains has a village famous for its woven goods named Silk Village*.

*T/N: The word for this village is pretty unique. 缯 has a meaning of silk fabrics if you read it in 'zēng', but if you read it in 'zèng' it means tying things up.

There are many craftsmen in the village, with cultural patterns filling their attire. It's said that the target of worship among the people are also related to woven goods.

Because the path into the mountains are far, I have already planned to spend a few days for a site visit in this village. Might as well start from there.

You: Sariel, let's first go to Silk Village, start from the most difficult task.

Hearing this name, an almost unnoticeable ripple rippled in Sariel's eyes. But after I've blinked, he is already back to his usual calm demeanor.

You: Did I see it wrongly...?

Sariel: What are you still waiting for? The bus is here.

You: Ah, okay.

After hours of travel on the bumpy mountain road, we have finally arrived this tiny village in the evening. Though secluded, but it is famous, so there are groups of tourists around the village.

A paired embroidered The poles at the village entrance are hanging a pair of embroidered paintings, with a poem also embroidered on them. The poem depicted about the beauty of embroidery in realism,* but what pairs under the poem was instead a dagger and a polearm.

*T/N: The poem is "绣成安向春园里，引得黄莺下柳条". It basically means "the women that made embroidery placed an embroidered screen in the spring garden, and due to its exquisiteness and how realistic it is, it attracted a yellow warbler to fly off from the willow trees into the screen".

You: The matching of the poem and the image are so rare, why is a poem that depicts superior embroidery skill placed together with a tool of war? Sariel, do you know about it?

With no response from him even after a while, I turned around in confusion, only to see Sariel spacing out at the embroidered paintings. I extended an arm and waved it before his eyes.

You: Sariel? Do you like this embroidered painting a lot?

As if he just returned to his senses, Sariel put my hand away, and spoke in a faint tone.

Sariel: No.

You: Then do you know why are the words and images being matched this way?

Sariel: This place was once an ancient warzone, so a match like this is very normal.

He even knew about this! I've done homework before coming here, there weren't even anything like this mentioned in the documents. So I gazed at him admiringly.

Sariel: Why are you looking at me like this?

You: Sariel you are too knowledgeable, as expected of the goal I am working hard to become!

A faint scarlet tinted across his ears, exuding a golden-red outline under the sunset.

Sariel: How inexplicable.

He took a stride as he spoke, about to leave. I quickly stopped him, and raised the camera in my hand to him.

You: We are already here, now that the sunset is so beautiful, let's take a photo together!

Sariel: I'm not interested.

You: Sariel, the great director, can you give me a longer reply? Anything exceeding four words, please?

He sighed helplessly, taking the camera from my hand, and signaled me to stand over there.

Sariel: If you wanted to leave a token of memory, just take a photo of yourself will do.

Actually, rather than making it a keepsake, I prefer to keep memories with him. But there are still at least two or three days that we are going to spend in the village, so there's still a lot of time ahead for me to do that. It is already very rare for Sariel to proactively help me in taking a picture.

With this in mind, I stood before the embroidered painting, in order to pair with the classical atmosphere from the painting, I didn't smile on purpose.

Sariel: ... Where's your signature foolish smile?

You: What signature foolish smile? Don't simply give it a nickname, there are times I don't smile in photos too.

Sariel: Alright, hurry and smile. A photo without the foolish smile doesn't look like a photo of you, there's nothing memorable about it.

With that I've really burst out laughing. Is he joking with me? Only he could tell such unobvious jokes.

Click-- The red dot of the camera flashed.

Sariel: Done.

I took the camera back from Sariel's hands and accidentally touched his fingertip. It seems a little cold.

His hand has always been warm, and the weather now isn't anywhere cold either... Could he have been feeling unwell?

But looking from his side profile, it doesn't look like there's anything wrong.

You: Sariel, you have to tell me if you're feeling unwell. We can first take some rest.

Sariel stunned, seeming wanting to say something, but swallowed his words back, only to raise an arm to pat on my head.

Sariel: You're worrying for nothing.

We toured in the village. There are many woven embroidery decorated in front of every house that are exquisite. I got busy from exclaim and took photos, then took photos and exclaimed even further.

By the time I've returned to my senses, that giant luggage somehow returned to Sariel's hands again.

I felt a little embarrassed. Thankfully there's a building that looks like an inn, so I tugged him.

You: H- how about we store our luggage first?

Sariel scoffed softly, and sent the handle back to my hand.

Sariel: Good for you to still remember that this thing exists.

You: ... Petty.

After leaving the luggage, we've booked two rooms. I then chit-chatted with the owner at the counter.

You: Boss, what are some attractions worthy of visit in the village?

Sariel's expression shows some slight disdain.

Sariel: Already this impatient to head out to have fun?

You: The attractions in this village are definitely related to embroidery, if you don't believe it, we can make a bet.

Sariel turned his head away, seemingly mouthing the word "childish".

The owner is an enthusiastic middle-aged lady. Hearing that I've asked this, she places the work in her hand aside, picked up a pen and drew a map for me.

Owner: There, walk this way, and you'll see an old tree. It's very thick, it'll take six or seven people to hug it, so you definitely wouldn't recognize it wrongly. Then walk 10 meters to the west, then it'll be XiZhi Temple. Wishes in this temple works very well, it worships the divine item of our village

You: It works very well? What do people pray for?

The owner took a glance at Sariel standing on the side, covering her mouth and smiled softly.

Owner: You'll know once the two of you visit there together.

With interest and curiosity are completely drawn out, I tugged Sariel's sleeve, and showed him the map.

You: Let's have a look at this temple, okay?

Sariel looked at the paper I pushed to him, and stunned as soon as his gaze reached the words "XiZhi".

This expression is a little familiar. He has been spacing out quite a few times today, and each time it felt like he has wandered somewhere in the distant, and never coming back for a long time.

Could he really be feeling unwell? But he said he wasn't. After giving it a thought, I decided to inquire about it.

You: Are you sure you don't want to take some rest for now? I can do site visits on my own too.

Sariel: Did I say I'm not going? Let's go.

He walked straight out of the door as he spoke.

The sunset pours into the narrow door of the inn as he strides into the golden-orange light, that his tall figure almost disappeared within.

I suddenly felt a sense of fear, and quickly caught up to his side, and subconsciously grabbed onto his slender fingers.

You: Wait for me!

Seemingly shocked, Sariel lowered his head to look at our entangled hands. But this time, he didn't push my hand away, but instead turned his hand and held my fingers.

Sariel: When did I say I'm not going to wait for you?

According to the map from the owner, it's indeed very easy to look for the temple.

The temple looks a little tattered from the outside, there are many cracks on the wooden door, filled with algae and vines.

There's an old man napping on the rattan chair on its side, perhaps he's the watcher of the temple.

Entering the temple, however, what welcomes me is a scene where incenses and candles are well-lit, with offerings filling the incense table, with a few villagers and travelers praying towards the item placed on a flannel cushion.

It is a piece of felt fabric, with a thin rope tied on both sides, seeming made of Samak*, there are even three thin metal sheets sewn on it.

*T/N: Tanning of leather.

The pattern of the cloth is a blooming Epiphyllum, petals curled yet full, with a butterfly resting on it. The embroidery of the flower looks so real, just like how it is depicted in the poem of the village entrance.

*T/N: Epiphyllum oxypetalum, the Dutchman's pipe cactus, princess of the night or queen of the night, is a species of cactus.

I walked closer in hopes to see it a little clearer, suddenly noticed a white paper sticking on the pillar to the left of the incense table, with a few rows of words written in a large font.

You: Our temple worships the "Necklace of Epiphyllum Blossom", a treasure passed down from the ancient times. Couples that made a wish here will be blessed with a safe life, and will never be separated.

Uh... It's probably written for tourists like us. No wonder the owner said we'll find out once we are here. However... she seemed to have misunderstood something.

I looked at the word "couple", then looked at Sariel standing quietly by the side, I can't help but to feel my cheeks burning slightly.

However, although his gaze is focused on the necklace, but it doesn't seem like he's admiring it, but he looked a little shocked... and even showing a sliver of helplessness?

With another proper look, his expressions returned to normal again. An odd feeling surged in my heart, but disappeared in an instant, that I can't catch onto it.

Right then, a couple that looked like newly-weds walked in, dressed in red wedding attire, and allowed their photographer to take photos for them in front of the necklace.

They acted intimately, and their joyful chattering can be heard from time to time.

You: So wonderful...

I clenched my fists lightly, considering it as a cheer for myself, and decided to look towards Sariel.

You: Sariel, let's take a photo together this time. The owner also said it, it's a treasure of this village. Let's give ourselves a good omen, what do you think?

Sariel is staring at the white paper on the pillar, so he has definitely seen that statement too, hence I quickly explained myself.

You: Uh, don't over think alright? Well didn't it say it can grant a safe life in this lifetime, so let's--

Sariel: I don't believe in these.

You: Eh?

His gaze moved away from the paper, and stopped on my face for a very short instant.

This glance made my heart feel cold. His gaze seemed like it has no focus, only passing through my body, towards somewhere very far in the distant.

I turned back to have a look at the necklace. Its workmanship is exquisite, with an ancient and old design. Even if there aren't any legends about it, the item itself is already full of beauty.

I walked towards Sariel, shook his arms, and looked at him with puppy eyes.

You: Then just consider that as a photo with an ancient handiwork, look at how exquisite the embroidery of this necklace is, it's too rare!

Sariel: Do you really want to take a photo with it?

You: Not with it, but with you. Director! This is my once-in-a-lifetime...

Halfway through my sentence, I suddenly remembered that this is already my ninth once-in-a-lifetime request. I stopped talking in embarrassment.

The fog in Sariel's eyes cleared out a little, as if he has also recalled the conversation we had a few days ago, and a smile seemed to have flashed past his face.

Sariel: This isn't a necklace, nor it has any powers to bless people.

This sudden line that came out of nowhere made me confused.

If it isn't a necklace, then what is it? Why does Sariel know about it? And why is he suddenly saying things like this?

Just when I was in a blur, a voice sounded from behind.

??: Young man, you have pretty good taste, this is indeed not a necklace. However, if you were to say that it has no powers to bless people, then you're wrong. This village has been worshipping it for at least over a decade, for something that everyone here believes in, how can you say that it has no powers?

I turned around to have a look. Turns out it's the old man napping outside earlier, that have walked in without our awareness.

You: Grandpa, if you said it isn't a necklace, then what is it?

Old man: Well doesn't this young man beside you know what it is? Just ask him will do.

I gave Sariel an inquisitive look. His lips are tightly pursed, not uttering a single word, and his well-defined side profile seemed to be shrouded with a layer of heavy atmosphere.

I have almost never seen him with such a demeanor. Sariel has always been unfazed, bright, as if everything is under his control. What happened?

Old man: Since the young man refuses to say it, then allow this old man to say it. This necklace...

Sariel: It isn't a necklace, but an incomplete archery armguard.

Sariel spoke in the end. His voice echoed across the temple, then gradually weakened.

Sariel: At the end of the three pieces of metal, there should've been fingerguard added on it too.

You: Archery armguard? Is this a tool for ancient wars?

Old man: Young lady, you are correct. XiZhi Temple has an original meaning that relates to daggers and polearms at war. However, the people of the newer generations have forgotten about this meaning. With the image of this item, they called it the "Necklace of Epiphyllum Blossom". It can survive from the war, and also given the meaning of connection of fate, I'm afraid that even its original wouldn't have expected that it'd be the item upon hearing this name.

The last part of his sentence was spoke so intently, but if this item is really an armguard, there's another question--

You: Why would a war tool have a pattern of an epiphyllum and butterfly, this doesn't make sense...

Old man: About that, this old man has no idea about it too, I'm afraid that only the young man could tell it.

Leaving this sentence, he smiled as he rubbed his palms, then turned around and left.

I've been having this feeling from the beginning, that he seemed to have recognized Sariel. Now, this feeling is only getting even stronger.

Ancient warzone, archery armguard, epiphyllum, Sariel's abnormal look, all of these have became muddy together in my mind.

I instinctively searched for the answer from Sariel, just like how I've been doing whenever I face difficulties at work.

You: Sariel, how did you know it isn't a necklace but instead an armguard? Have you seen similar things? That elderly also said, there's only you who can say the meaning of this image. Do you know him?

It seems like I have asked a little too many questions, that I brushed the tip of my nose in embarrassment.

But Sariel didn't answer me, but he also didn't mock me for being chirpy with all the questions I've asked.

The skies have gradually turned dark. In the dim temple, I can't see his expressions clearly, but I can faintly recognize that his face is scarily pale.

I can't help but to hold his hand. He didn't struggle away nor he held me back, it's as if he's so tired, that his strength is completely drained out.

You: Sariel, can you--

Can you say something?

Sariel: Perhaps you can try to stop for a while. You're too noisy.

On this night, even until midnight, I can't fall asleep at all. As soon as I close my eyes, Sariel's look will appear before my eyes. 

It's as if there's something pulled him from an unseen distant that I tried my best to drag him back to the reality by my side, but I've always been missing by just a little.

I can't allow myself to ignore these. My instincts are telling me, that this village definitely has a relationship that is so deeply tied to Sariel that it's hard for him to cut off all ties.

But he is unwilling to tell me...

Soreness seeps all over my heart. I got off from the bed, walked out to enjoy the night breeze, and told myself to not let my mind overthink.

You: But... this is something about him... How can I possibly not overthink?

Without awareness, I have walked to XiZhi Temple. Seeing the old door, recalling the daytime happenings, I subconsciously walked into it. If I can look at the armguard in detail again, perhaps--

I did not expect myself to see sparks of fire as soon as I pushed the wooden door open.

A man stood before the armguard, with a candle in a hand, and another pouring some liquid on it. The faint smell in the air seems like-- oil?!

Is he thinking of burning this armguard? I have no time to think, only to yell at him to stop him.

You: What are you doing?!

I stood by the doorframe from afar, pulling some distance away from him. If he were to harm people, then I could at least have enough time to run away. But the man only smiled coldly.

Man: What I am doing? I'm just removing this disaster for everyone in the village.

You: Disaster?

Man: Necklace of Epiphyllum Blossom... my wife worships it every day, and wished for its blessings. But what happens in the end? She's severely ill, and she can't live for more than two months. The more sincere someone is, the more difficult it is for them to have their life end well. Say, if this isn't a disaster, then what is it?

His way of speech is nowhere agitated, but it's very obvious that he is in a very unstable mood. His hand holding the candle is trembling, as if he'd let it go on the very next second. The candlewax dripped drop by drop, and solidified on the incense table.

He's probably a villager from this village. Whether it's an armguard or a necklace, the elderly said this item has been worshipped for so many years, so it can absolutely not be destroyed in front of my eyes just like that.

Moreover, it seems to relate with Sariel.

Just when I was thinking of what to say to calm this man down, right then, a familiar voice sounded.

??: Burn it. It is originally a curse to begin with. To the ashes is where it should belong.

You: Sariel?!

The silhouette outside the door is shrouded under the faint moonlight, glowing with a blurred light halo. Why is he here, and what did he mean?

You: Why... are you here?

Sariel walked towards me, with a sliver of worriedness that has yet to fade from his eyes, but he spoke coldly.

Sariel: This should've been my question to you. What are you wandering around for instead of sleeping during midnight?

Before I can even speak, the sounds of flames are already heard.

You: Oh no--

The flames have swallowed the cushion fully soaked with the incense oil. The armguard is already faint from sight in the flames, as the black, burnt edges of the fabric slowly begun to spread.

Sariel looked at it calmly. I tried my best to understand his gaze, seemingly relieved, but it seems like there are currents surging underneath.

Just when the flames are about to swallow the armguard, he turned his face away slightly. Only in a blink of an eye, as if he has recalled something, that it made him to stare at the scene before him.

But this action it self has made me confirmed something--

I picked up a wooden stick from the corner, and tried tugging from the flames, separating the armguard in fire from the cushion.

In a panic, I bumped into the offerings stacked by the side. I can't manage to dodge them, and looks like the offerings are about to fall on me.

A hand grabbed onto my arm by force and pulled me aside. The offered fruits fell all over the floor as they rolled to my feet.

It's Sariel--

Just when I was about to thank him, but I've instead seen the man stunned at the armguard on the floor that is no longer burning. I can't help but to feel nervous, quickly picking it up and held it close in my hand.

In that instant, emotions carried me away like the surging waves.

There are so much of laughter and smiles mixed in my mind. I can't hear those words, but they are all containing strong feelings that are all wonderful.

Suddenly, pain strikes. It's a heart-wrenching pain, but it's no longer that sharp. It feels like I'm wrapped by a dirty cloth as the pounding pain strikes my mind repetitively. My head hurts so much that it's about to crack, and my legs became weak--

Then, amidst the happiness and pain, peeling off the shell of age, I felt a familiar scent, seemingly real yet unreal, near yet far--

A faint scent of white sandalwood.

My arm was forcefully dragged, then I leaned onto a firm yet warm embrace.

Sariel: Do you know what exactly you're doing? Do you not want to live anymore?

I've heard his cold mocking, I've heard of his stern critiques, but I have never heard him sounding this angry.

But I have no words to reply to him, only to show him the slightly burnt armguard.

You: Sariel, this isn't a curse... I have felt it all--

The scent of white sandalwood brings some hope, anticipation and love, immersed in the deepest memories of this item.

How can something with emotions and scent like this be a curse?

Sariel: You--

His arms encircling my back tightened, so tight that it hurts a little.

??: The young lady is right, this armguard is no curse. Moreover, it's time to return it to its original owner.

I tried my best to turn my head away from Sariel's tight embrace to my surprise. It's the watcher of the temple.

The elderly smiled at us, the man earlier collapsed by his side, and even the flames on the cushion and incense table have been extinguished.

Old man: Thank goodness for this set of old bones to come on time, otherwise I'm afraid that this temple is not going to be saved.

He looked at the armguard in my hands.

Old man: Looks like he still doesn't want it. Young lady, I'll trouble you to keep it for him.

I looked at him in a blur, then looked up to look at the "original owner" he mentioned.

Sariel: What motives do you have?

The old man remained silent for a while, then smiled calmly.

Old man: I have no motive. Old fox, I'm not like you. It's rare to meet an old acquaintance in another place, but you don't even come here to greet me.

He left after he finished speaking, with two antlers faintly appearing between his white hair.

After a while, I've finally returned to my senses. Upon looking around, everywhere has been a mess.

Sariel is squatting by my leg, examining the scars on my left leg.

You: *hisses*-- It hurts.

The incense table is already very old, that its legs are already splintered. I was mindlessly tampering with the fire, so I've probably been cut.

When I was in that dire state, it didn't feel much, but now my leg is in pain and numbed, even the traces of blood looked a little scary to me.

Sariel's slightly cold fingers pressed around the wound.

Sariel: The splinter did not get in. If you know that it hurts, then think before acting.

You: How could I possibly think in a situation like this...

Sariel: Let's go back.

He suddenly bent down with his back facing me. Is he... going to carry me on his back? I hesitated.

Sariel: What are you waiting for? Are you going to hop back with a single leg?

I looked at Sariel's back wrapped in a neat white suit, and carefully lied on it.

The night is still dark out there. Everywhere are quiet, only Sariel's footsteps are heard.

I held tightly onto the slightly burnt armguard. Now that the metal plate on it has cooled down, the pain felt in my palm feels exceptionally clear.

My nervousness have calmed down, and I have also calmed down from the joy of being treated gently, but the reason for my sleepless night still remains.

You: Sariel, you made this armguard, right?

Sariel: ......

You: Why, do you think it is a curse?

No answer as expected.

I bravely buried my face into his shoulder.

You: It'd be great if you can tell me. I really wanted to know everything about you...

But suddenly, the image of Sariel's gloomy gaze and cold hand flashed past my mind. This matter, to him, is--

You: ... It's better to forget it.

The contradicting emotions are just like a dead knot that can't be untied. A soft sigh is then heard.

Sariel: This is a gift that was sewn by a young general. It should originally be gifted to the person fought along his side, to accompany that person on his behalf. It's just that before it's finished, the recipient of the gift is no longer there anymore. That's all.

His voice was very calm, not even fazing for the slightest bit.

In an instant, it felt like the atmosphere has frozen.

I heard the answer that I've been wanting to hear, but why don't I feel happy at all? The heavy rock in my heart shattered into sands, that it grinded so much in my flesh that it hurts.

This is not a matter of "that's all" at all. 

After that, how many years have passed? Sariel must've been in so much pain, that he can't let go even until this day.

Yet why am I trapped by my own worries and anxiousness, that I made him to say it out in wishful thinking?

And why am I still thinking about who the recipient of the gift is, how is that person like, that would make Sariel want to be of their company at all times?

My arms subconsciously encircled his chest and neck, holding tightly. My eyes felt abnormally sore. I tried to not make my voice sound like it's terribly trembling.

Sariel, I'm sorry...

You: It'd be great if I didn't say I wanted to come here, then nothing will ever happen... This matter has passed for so long, right? Don't be sad anymore... Don't be sad...

How would it be even possible for me to comfort him? They were merely repetitively useless words that expresses my regret.

The night breeze brushes over his hair onto my face, and what it also brings to me, are words of sigh.

Sariel: Silly.

CG Hotel Night

Before returning to the room, I stuffed the armguard back to Sariel's hands.

You: I can feel that it has many people's hopes and blessings on it. It must've brought a lot of happiness to many people. Sariel, this is something you made, it will never be a curse.

Even after the door is closed, I could still feel his gaze at me. If it were at usual times, I would've been so overjoyed.

On the following days, the Erda watcher of the temple requested me to replicate a "Necklace of Epiphyllum Blossom", since it is an important item of belief for the village, it'd be hard to explain if it were to disappear suddenly.

He probably thought the armguard is still with me. I made the "necklace" based on my memories.

Sariel brought some rare medicinal herbs to me every day, saying that they are uniquely available from the nearby mountains, that there are rarely people that could differentiate them. But they are very effective, the wounds of my legs recovered very quickly.

What he also brought me are memos of site visits. The handwriting on it are clearly written, strokes written with strength. I have only seen him signing on printed documents, so I can't help myself but to keep looking at it.

My wounds are almost recovered. It should've been the day to return to GuangQi. But there's one more thing...

That man fainted on the floor that day, and there's a severely ill wife in his house. I can't stop worrying if I don't pay a visit.

You: Sariel, can you wait for me at the inn? I wanted to visit the house of the man in the temple that night, he...

Sariel: I'll go with you.

You: It's fine, I can walk fine now.

But Sariel have already walked towards me, holding my arm, with no words uttered, but he also won't allow me to decline him.

But when he has arrived the entrance, he was unwilling to enter.

Sariel: I'll be waiting for you at the entrance.

I nodded, and knocked on the door.

Woman: Please have a seat, my health is not good, so I can't stand up to serve you. I'm so sorry. Thanks to the two of you, that he didn't commit something so wrong.

The severely ill woman is already very thin, coughing softly as she lies on her bed. Her husband sat by the side in regret and worries. The tall man's eyes reddened.

You: He's just... caring about you too much.

The woman lets out a gentle smile, and looked towards her husband.

Woman: Then after I'm gone, you have to wish for fate at the "Necklace of Epiphyllum Blossom", and request for the two of us to still be husband and wives in our next life. As for this lifetime, I'm already very thankful to have spent these days with you.

I can't bear to hear the man's sobbing, so I stood up and bid farewell. The woman nodded.

Woman: The two of you have to stay safe for your entire lifetime, and be together until your hairs are both white.

I'm unsure of how to answer her, so I can only nod softly.

She seemed like she suddenly remembered something, and wiped the tears of her husband sitting by the bedside.

Woman: But I heard that the young man is originally having white hair to begin with.

The three of us laughed. She has this type of strength that can subconsciously affect people around her.

Reaching the train station, Sariel brought me to a coffee shop in front of the station, and placed a cup of cappuccino before me.

Sariel: I'll go collect the tickets.

I watched his figure drifting far, queueing abruptly in the long line, it all feels so unreal.

This is truly a messed up site visit, it seemed like so much have changed, yet it also seemed like nothing has changed.

It's just that I have never came to such a clear realization, that there is this gap between Sariel and I.

The Sariel I saw on a broadcasted fashion show is just like this, unchanging even after ten years. Perhaps it'd still be the same in another ten years.

In comparison, I would probably have changed a lot after ten years.

Just how long his life will be? It's probably hard to imagine. And what am I to him in this long lifespan that he has?

If there were a day where I left, would he still remember me? Will he miss me? Will he feel pain?

I don't want him to feel pain, but I also don't wish... for him to forget me.

The thoughts on that night have all became useless. Even if we have never visited here, the things in his heart, and the things between us, will there be any changes to them?

Suddenly, a soft knocking sound is heard from the glass beside me.

I was awakened from my thoughts, and saw a familiar figure as soon as I looked up.

Sariel still maintained a knocking gesture with a hand, with another arm over his back, head slightly lowered as he gazed at me deeply.

As if he walked out from the most wonderful dream, he stood against the light, sunlight pouring over his silvery white hair and shoulders, blurry yet eye-catching, just like the golden falls.

Pink flowers that I do not know of bloomed by the windows, decorating this scene that looked both like fantasy and reality with its fragrance.

Sariel gazes at me, it's as if he has been gazing for a long time, that my dejection, my confusion.... and all of those feelings that I dare not to express have all been seen through.

His smile is faint, looking unobvious as it hides behind the radiant lights behind the glass.

As our eyes met, his pale, thin lips moved, and slowly uttered four words.

I'm trying to decipher it... was he saying "Why are you dazed"? Or was it "You look so dumb"? ...

I have no abilities of lipreading, so I can only faintly recognize that they are words of sarcasm. But this itself is enough. What I can treasure, are the ordinary days like this, just like how it has always been.

When I'm still spacing out, Sariel has quietly entered the shop.

He stopped by the table, and placed something in his hand before me-- It's a delicate little box tied with a silver ribbon.

I looked at him in confusion, unsure if it's because he has walked for too long under the sun, his face is slightly flustered.

Sariel: Open it and take a look.

You: Right now? What is this, why are you suddenly...

Sariel: Why do you always have so many questions?

He hushed me with his gaze, so I can only untie the ribbon carefully.

Upon seeing what's inside, I can't help but to let out an exclaim.

You: This is that--!

Turns out what lies in the box is that archery armguard. What's different is, this is a complete product, with three leather fingerguard sewn onto the metal plate.

Sariel: It's it. I took some free time throughout these couple of days to finish it.

He let out an almost inaudible chuckle as he spoke.

Sariel: I have not been making armguards for a long time, I actually feel a little out of touch. Give me your hand.

While my brain is still in a daze, I obediently reached my wrist out.

He held my hand, and gently put on the woven item for me.

His expressions are gentle yet solemn, faint-colored lashes drooping seriously, slightly trembling just like butterflies that are about to take flight.

Sariel: It's done.

I raised my arm and examined it in disbelief. The size matches perfectly, it's as if... it's tailored just for me.

Sariel: It is indeed livelier for it to be on your hand than to have it be worshipped in the temple. It's now yours.

The felt is light yet soft, but the weight on my hand became a little heavier.

You: Can I... receive it?

Sariel: Why not?

You: I'm not its original owner...

Sariel: Feel it with your ability.

You: Eh?

Sariel: Your ability, silly.

I felt those heart-wrenching pain...

Looking up, Sariel's golden pupils are filled with images of me. As if I was enchanted, I nodded.

Closing my eyes, the warm emotions surged from my fingertips--

You: Hm?

Ripples began spreading like scrolls of painting, and at where the ripples reach, the faint sorrows dissipated. I felt a girl's smile from within, like a spring breeze, as if it can nourish everything it touches.

A strong, familiar feeling surged to my heart, but when I can't help myself but wanting to approach it to feel a little more, everything before my eyes disappeared without a trace.

It was only that very instant of feeling that felt exceptionally clear.

Sariel: Do you understand now?

I slowly opened my eyes, and nodded aggressively.

You: I'll treasure it well, I will definitely treasure it very very well. 

Sariel: Well you don't really have to. It is made in order to protect its owner. As long as you stay safe and sound, then you'd be honoring it.

Just when I was about to say "I'll remember that", he held my hand once again.

Under my gaze of surprise, he spreads my hands open, lifting it bit by bit, and placed it on his cheek.

His eyes are now closed, and hence I am brave enough to open my eyes.

What lies in my palm is a warm yet soft skin. Sariel is just slightly tilting his head, quietly sticking on it, as if he's taking a short nap.

I held back from the urge to cry.

He must've walked an incredibly long journey, that he has now arrived by my side on this very day.

Yet this armguard, is just like a promise, that connects me with the endless times of his past.

The girl's hand is slightly trembling. Sariel can feel it all. The leather of the armguard is gently caressing his cheek.

This item, he had made it so slowly, but it wasn't because he was out of touch. He was looking at the past sceneries and seasons, days and nights, they have all surrounded him, just like a long-lasting nightmare.

He then looked back, and saw the girl's side profile in a daze as she leaned by the glass window.

With her being here, his nightmare can finally come to an end.

[Heartthrob (2): Dyeing Street]

You: I heard that the dyeing street here is very unique, it consists of all sorts of dyeing techniques, how about we have a look over there?

Sariel nodded, and we walked towards the dyeing street in the city.

There are many shops along the dyeing street. Not only they sell fabrics, they also have activities open for visitors to enjoy dyeing fabrics. The entire street has been looking bustling so far.

As we walked, we saw a dyehouse with many colorful textiles hanging outside their door from afar, and their business is unusually prosperous.

Greedy Owner: Come and learn the most authentic ancient plant dyeing technique! This method of dyeing is invented by a legendary person from the Qi family, it's very mysterious, not to be seen anywhere!

Sariel's footsteps paused. Could he possibly be interested in ancient dyeing techniques?

With this in mind, I waked up and inquired about it.

You: Boss, may I know how this method of dyeing is like? Can you tell us a little about it?

I asked as I examined the samples hung outside, thinking of the color to dye later. Unexpectedly, the owner strides with a demeanor to chase me off.

Greedy Owner: What are you looking at! Never heard that you have to pay in order to get the goods? Which shop sent you? Trying to get our secret technique with nothing?

I stumbled backwards, wanting to say something, but only to hear Sariel spoke before me.

Sariel: These clothes that you're hanging at your entrance are all chemically dyed. Are you not showing? Or are you scared of show us?

The owner scoffed, with not the slightest bit of his guilty conscience shown despite being exposed.

Greedy Owner: So what if it's chemically dyed? Can plant dyes even dye these kind of color? Well my shop's business is booming, it's pointless even if it's unsightly to you!

The arrogant attitude of the owner is becoming a little of an eyesore. Just when I was about to reason with him, Sariel have instead grabbed my arm.

Sariel: No need to waste your words with him. Let's go.

I swallowed my words back down to my throat, but after some thoughts, I still feel mad about it, so I glared at the owner.

Sariel turned my shoulders, and led me as we keep moving forward.

Thank goodness this owner is merely an exception. There are many authentic plant dyehouses with plant-dyed works hanging over their entrances and windows. The fabrics fluttered in the winds, exuding faint scents of plants in the air.

Suddenly, an exclaim sounded from the above.

??: Watch out!

I looked up, a cloud of shadow is falling towards us--

A giant white tulle spreads open in midair, like a semi-transparent mist, gathering above Sariel.

Then, Sariel is gently veiled under the white tulle.

He blinked slowly, still looking a little in a daze, raising an arm in attempt to lift the veil before him.

The semi-transparent fabric blurred his delicate features a little, softening his usual sharp and cold expressions.

The white veil is embellishing with a golden selvedge together with his silvery white hair brings out an wonderful harmony, as if it should've been matched this way from the start. Because of this too, his silhouette also looks incomparably... holy.

Never I have ever imagined Sariel to attempt this look someday, that I can't help but to be shocked with the sight, that I subconsciously took out my phone, wanting to make this moment a keepsake.

Sariel frowned as soon as he noticed that I'm doing something. But the entire white veil is just too large, he couldn't take it off with an arm.

Taking the opportunity of this gap, I secretly snapped quite a few photographs, only then I smiled as I helped him to escape from the shackles of the light and soft fabric.

As his face reappears before my eyes inch by inch, despite being a face that it can't be anymore familiar to me, I still can't help but to feel stunned by his appearance.

But this stunning face is immediately dominated by anger on the very next second.

Sariel: What kinds of photos have you taken? Delete them off.

You: Director Qi, don't be angry, you really look great here! The kind where you can be on the magazine cover! I have a new inspiration now! Why must brides wear dresses? Perhaps white tuxedos paired with veils might be a new idea...

Sariel: You--

He stuck after only uttering a single word, only leaving himself breathing a little rapidly.

It's my first time seeing Sariel so angry that he's at loss of words, that it's so entertaining I can't stop laughing. As for how bad the consequences will be, I'll not think about those for now.

A woman dressed in a long dress holding a little boy's hand as they walked towards us in a hurry.

Gentle Owner: Hurry and apologize to big brother and big sister, have I not teach you to never throw things from upstairs?

Little Boy: I'm sorry... I won't do this anymore.

I quickly waved my hands gesturing that it's fine, while also squatting down.

You: Let me tell you a secret. Thanks to you, I took the best photo today, thank you.

Sariel: What did you say?

You: Nothing nothing, I was just telling the little boy to not throw things from above again.

After standing up, I suddenly noticed the woman's dress is dyed with various images of plantations, they are interestingly lively, refreshing and natural.

Seeing that I'm in fascinated, she proactively introduced about it.

Gentle Owner: These are all made of our own plant dyes, my shop is just over there, come and have fun if you're interested.

I was already tempted when I looked at her dress, so I subconsciously tugged Sariel.

Sariel: You wanted to give it a try?

It's so rare for him to propose before I say it. I quickly nodded.

You: Sure! 

You: Also there's the fate with this white veil after all.

The last line, of course, can only be spoken in a tiny voice.

This shop is opened right beside the dyehouse earlier. Entering the shop, the owner took out a few stacks of quality raw silk and placed it before us.

Gentle Owner: Dear customers, what kind of dyeing method would you like to try? Plain color, or gradient...

Since it's a rare opportunity to visit here, might as well trying the most complicated dyeing method.

If we can dye a unique fabric so good that chemical dyeing methods can't reach its levels, perhaps we can even extinguish the arrogance of the previous owner. That'd be killing two birds with one stone, I thought calculatively.

You: Boss, frankly speaking, this mister beside me is also an expert, we wanted to try the most difficult method of dyeing.

Sariel threw a glance at me.

Sariel: Why didn't I know that I've became an expert in fabric dyeing?

You: Shh, I wanted the owner to not worry and let us try the most difficult method.

Gentle Owner: Haha, if that's the case, how about giving a try with millennia crimson grass*?

*T/N: Made up name for 千红草, which literally translates to "grass with a thousand type of red".

You: Millennia crimson grass? What is that?

Gentle Owner: It's a type of grass that only grows in the mountain forests around here, the color of its dye will change depending on the environment and technique. It's said that it can dye a thousand types of red, hence named millennia crimson grass. There was once a lady named YanHong, she was the most proficient person in fabric dyeing around here. She used the millennia crimson grass to dye a very brilliant gradient red. There are many dyeing artisans imitating her technique, but there were nobody else that could dye such a beautiful red.

She took out a replica image as she spoke, the bright red of the fabric in the image has a clear and natural gradient, just like the clouds in the skies, bright yet light.

You: Sariel look, isn't it very beautiful?

Sariel nodded lightly. Knowing his usual picky taste, this is already the highest form of praise. 

You: Boss, we'll use the millennia crimson grass. If we were to dye such a red color, are there any techniques for it?

A troubled smile exudes from the owner's face.

Gentle Owner: Sigh, if the technique was passed down, why wouldn't there be anyone replicating YanHong's dyeing technique?

That makes sense too. I drooped my shoulders in disappointment. Looks like I can only experiment it on my own.

Gentle Owner: However, I have heard of such a saying.

You: Eh?

Gentle Owner: In the legends, YanHong's lover unfortunately lost his life when he was hinting in the depths of the mountains. She never stopped crying as soon as she heard this news, that her tears dropped into the dyeing jar, and hence she was able to dye this type of red. Although I don't know how true the legends are, however... perhaps tears might be a key.

You: I can do this!

Sariel turned around and looked towards me, slightly frowning, showing an expression of disapproval.

Sariel: You--

You: I wanted to give it a try, I really like the type of color in the photo.

Sariel: I think there's no need for that to begin with, tears can't possibly change the color of the dye.

You: But what if it works but I don't give it a try? I'll definitely regret it in the future!

Sariel stared at me quietly for a while, expressions seemed to have softened a little.

Sariel: Suit yourself. Since the moment I know you, you've always been the dummy type that will never look back until you beat your head against the wall.

I took that as a compliment, and dragged him to prepare for the dye with full enthusiasm.

Standing before the dyeing jar, I watched Sariel soaking the millennia crimson grass into salt waters, stirred a little, and added a scoop of salt into the mixture after a short silence.

You: The salt water is prepared by the owner, it should be a standard concentration for dyes...

Sariel: This batch of millennia crimson grass has been stored for quite some time. The color won't come out if no salt is added. Besides red, do you want other colors too?

You: Eh? We can have other colors?

Sariel: It's easily achievable through overdyeing, did you return all of your knowledge back to your school?

Of course I knew about the history of developments in dyeing, but most of the techniques are overly complicated in a handmaking environment, some even died out over eons of time.

For a newbie like me, it'd be absurd to actually be able to operate it. Could Sariel really be someone who knows everything?

I proposed a series of requests inquisitively, from color application to stamping, and things that I am not even clear about its overall steps. But Sariel have unexpectedly agreed to them.

Sariel: Are there any other requests? Your current ideas will take three days and three nights to dye it, don't say that I didn't remind you about it. When that happens, watch the stove yourself.

I lowered my head in defeat.

You: No more... nothing more. Sariel, why are you so impressive... Can you learn everything as long as you live a long life? Then I--

Sariel: Even if you manage to learn it, I suppose you'll forget them all not long after.

You: ......

We have finally arrived the most important segment -- the addition of tears.

I took out my phone, and found the TV drama that once made me cry my lungs out. However, perhaps it was because of the environment, or perhaps because I've watched it too many times, I have repetitively watched the most touching part for three times, but I still can't find the feeling of wanting to cry.

What else... Oh right, onions! I heard that onions are also one of the important ingredients in fabric dyeing, the owner probably have onions...

Sariel: What are you looking for?

You: I'm looking for onions, as tearjerker.

Sariel's gaze of surprise changed into helplessness, then let out a sigh.

Sariel: Do you really want to cry that much?

You: For someone as rich in emotions like me, it's nothing to let some tears flow. Moreover, I was also an external support in the theater club when I was studying, I'd cry upon being cued to, and I was nicknamed "Princess of Crying Scenes" too.

Sariel's gaze looks slightly cynical. I looked at him, and an idea flashed past my mind.

You: Sariel, how about you help me out? If it were you, there will definitely be no problems with it.

Sariel: What do you mean?

You: You scolded me until I cried back then! The few times when you critique my design drafts, though I looked calm on the surface, but the more I think the moment I got home, the sadder I become... Anyway, if it were for you, you can definitely make me cry with your scolding. Bring it on!

Sariel (breathes out heavily): ......

Uncertain of the reason, Sariel gave in very easily. It was originally my solo challenge, but now it became a co-op challenge.

We carried a small stool each, and sat face to face in the courtyard.

You: Sariel, why are you so accommodating today~

Sariel: Are you purposely looking for an argument?

You: Well you aren't wrong to put it this way... I'm ready, you can start!

He frowned and pondered for a while. By the time he looked up again, the pair of golden pupils are already looking strict and stern.

Sariel: ... You are the dumbest designer I've ever met. You have too many ideas, but your craftsmanship are overly terrible, that your capabilities are completely insufficient to turn your bizarre creativity into reality. 

Sariel's expressions looked very serious, that I gulped nervously.

Sariel: Despite so, your ambitions are great, but it's a pity that it is a complete mismatch with your current capabilities. Wanting to learn everything that you see, your hunger for knowledge is boundless. Your style and understanding are so immature that it's unworthy of even being mentioned. The only reason your works pass the checks were all just because I was lenient enough to you.

I drooped my gaze, and subconsciously clenched onto my hem. Sariel promised to help me cry, so of course he will bring out the harshest words.

But... What if that's really what it is? No wonder Sariel has almost never shown me a good expression whenever I'm in his workshop...

Sariel: Your work habits are even terrible. Creation of art requires space, to pull out all-nighters all the time will only make you wilt faster. So persistent in questioning whenever you face a problem, and even going to their house? Do you really think that everyone would spend all of their time on work just like you?

You: !!

Recalling every weekend that I've spent at Sariel's workshop, have I occupied his rest time and his personal creativity time?

I wanted to do something to repay him, but perhaps it's because of the great gap between our capabilities, I only added more trouble whenever I wanted to help him.

In a long run, there will be a day where he'll be impatient, I guess. Before that day comes, can I grow and become someone that could walk with him shoulder to shoulder?

Thinking of this, anxiousness filled my heart completely, then the feelings turned into unbearable annoyance. The feeling of soreness moved up, straight towards my eyes and nose, and my tears are about to fall.

Sariel seemed to have threw a glance at me.

Sariel: ... But your speed of growth is still commendable. If you were to continue pestering me with your questions, it's not like I'd mind it either.

You: Eh? Sariel wait, that's not how it goes! Just talk like how you did earlier, maybe two more lines? Even a line would be fine.

Sariel pursed his thin lips, and seemingly not going to say anything no matter the circumstances are, only to scoff softly after a while.

Sariel: It's enough, it's pointless to begin with.

As he spoke, he has already drooped his gaze. The gaze that seemed like it could pierce through my mind is gone, and the tensed atmosphere disappeared in an instant.

Sariel: Rather than seeing you weeping, I'd rather watch you complain noisily over a dyeing failure.

I stunned for a while, and burst out in laughter. Sariel avoided my gaze, and spoke in an unfriendly tone.

Sariel: What are you doing?

You: Uh... Sariel? If you said something like "I don't want to see you cry", you'll make a girl happy, y'know?

Sariel (Flustered): Delusional.

He stood up and turned around, speaking coldly, but his exposed earlobes have quietly turned red.

I can't stop myself from smiling. The joyful balloon is floating out from my heart, slowly and wobbly. Whether I can use tears to dye the fabric, or the outcome of the dyed fabric, neither are important anymore.

Moreover, with a Sariel like this staying by my side, how could I possibly shed tears?

Finally arriving the segment of dyeing, I volunteered to take the raw silk, and carefully soaked it into the dye.

You: Please become the prettiest color, I beg of you!

I put on my gloves, slowly rubbing the fabric as I placed my hands into the dyeing jar, allowing the fabric to absorb the dye completely.

However, only with a few rubs, I can already feel the sleeves I rolled up starting to loosen, and the sleeves are slowly sliding down along my arms...

You: Ah, Sariel--

Sariel: What's wrong?

You: My sleeves, they are about to fall into the jar!

Sariel: Clumsy.

Though saying so, he still walked up towards me, bending down by my side as he rolled up my right sleeve. However, by the time it's the left, it still happened for him to be a step slower.

Not only that, I witnessed his cuff soaked into the dye too...

You: Sariel your cloth!

Sariel: Focus on your matter.

Afterwards it's soaking, color fixation and drying. After a few hours, the cloth is gradually dried, displaying its final colors...

Gentle Owner: Oh my goodness...

I stared at the cloth in a blur, completely speechless -- The appropriate colors that are rich in gradient seemed like it's as fresh as if there's still life within, gently dyed across the raw silk.

When it's raised in the winds, the colors looked like it's flowing, looking soft, beautiful, and noble. Its colors are comparable to the image earlier - no, I should say that it's even better than the image.

You: Turns out that colors like this can be dyed even without tears... Sariel, as expected of you!

I took down the cloth from the rack and brought it right under the sun to admire it in detail. When I got close to the door, the shouts from the owner next door is heard once again.

Greedy Owner: Few thousand years ago, the ancient plant dyeing technique that was invented by the legendary person from the Qi family, it's said that his successor is now the great designer...

The legendary person from the Qi family, ancient plant dyeing technique, and the skillful methods Sariel used, the craftsmanship that were only documented in literature... I suddenly feel like I have been blessed.

You: Sariel, could this legendary person from the Qi family be your ancestor?!

He has already walked to my side before I even noticed it, speaking in a faint tone.

Sariel: Looks like your imagination capabilities it isn't completely useless after all. I thought you'd even say that I am the legendary person from the Qi family.

Recalling the exceptionally accommodating attitude from Sariel, I think I've understood something.

I suppose he's also the same as I do, holding back from something. To use a highly-skilled technique to embarrass the owner that scams around using his name.

You: Sariel, you should've told me properly.

Sariel: ?

You: If it were to protect the reputation of your Qi family, I will not hesitate to cry three jars of tears for you! Thank goodness we can dye it without using tears, how about we show it to the owner next door right now? Let's show him what a true plant dyeing technique is.

Sariel looked at me in a daze, and uncertain of the reason, I could feel him laughing at the next second. I tried imagining that scene, and it does feel a little scary.

Yet he only ended up raising an arm and knocked on my head.

Sariel: Did you think that I dyed this cloth in order to protect my family's reputation?

You: It'd probably be part of the reason I suppose... Since this is your ancestral method of dyeing... You've been paying much effort on anything related to design after all, no?

Sariel: Those kind of things never mattered to begin with. The reason I made plant dye with you was just solely because you looked really interested in it. This cloth is dyed for you, so there's no need to show the others.

He took the red silk from my hands, spreading it open, and veiled it on my head.

Sariel: A tooth for a tooth.

You: Petty...

I wanted to lift up the red silk on my head in embarrassment*, but he placed his hands on both sides of my cheeks. Separated by the thin yet closely weaved patterns, everything around me became blurry, and Sariel's expressions are no longer comprehensible. But I knew he's looking at me, and his gaze seemed like it's containing warmth.

*T/N: The reason why MC felt embarrassed is because... in Chinese marriages, brides wear a red veils... :)

Sariel: Also, I needed you to know... Regardless the aim, I don't wish to see you shed tears.

The world in my line of gaze is dyed with a beautiful redness. Sariel's solemn words are just close within reach, sounding exceptionally clear.

The warmth in his hand seeps in through the fabric, toasting my cheeks that they are slightly burning.

This is way too much. I shouldn't have taught him that phrase if I knew this would happen. I thought as I get a little giddy.

Before leaving, I left a comment on the dyeing street's suggestion book, and reported the false advertisement of the shop next door.

As we walked on the road, I subconsciously glanced as I lowered my head to find something interesting, and I can't help myself but to start smiling.

Sariel's right hand is holding my left, and on the two cuffs, they are both dyed with a faint layer of red.

I held his hand as I raised it high, and showed our joined wrists to him.

You: Look, the two swatches of colors can actually connect together. It looks like it has ran out from my house, and escaped to you.

Sariel: Hmph, it's indeed an importune like you. It's going to be very hard to wash it off.

You: That's great, it can be kept as as a keepsake. Sariel, what do you think?

I turned towards him, and coincidentally saw Sariel's gaze drooping onto the red mark on his cloth, with his gaze turning into curves of tenderness. 

[Common Ending]

A study tour that lasted for few days ended very quickly.

Our return trip is still by the intercity train. Under my persistent request, Sariel sat by the window.

It's just that the timing for this train isn't too convenient, it happened to depart during lunch hours.

The train staff are walking everywhere as they yell and sell lunchboxes. I took a look at the food cart, the dishes are oily and salty, I'm afraid they aren't fitting to Sariel's tastes.

Returning to the seat, I dragged out my giant luggage to open it and start searching around. Sariel looked at me with a frown.

Sariel: Why are you being so restless? Just go if you want to eat.

You: Then what about you?

Sariel: I'm not hungry.

You: I don't believe it. Ah, there it is--

I took out a few packets of dried vegetables and fruits. I've prepared these before coming here, and it is prepared just for a situation like this.

You: Sariel, this is for you. Don't think it isn't much from just a single packet, it's actually quite filling. Whenever I don't have the time to eat when I work overtime, I'll treat this as a meal.

Speaking of working overtime, and recalling that I'll be resuming a busy life after returning to GuangQi, I became a little emotional again.

You: It'd be wonderful if I can keep staying in the train.

Sariel: Just by merely looking at the scenery itself, you'd be sick of it in two days.

You: Well although you aren't wrong... But as soon as I'm back I'll be afraid that I'd be wasting precious time, worried that I am improving fast enough, and worried that the things I know aren't enough. I dare not to stop for even a single second, sometimes it really does feel a little tiring.

Suddenly realizing that I am complaining to Sariel, I quickly stopped talking.

Unexpectedly, a wide and large palm is lightly placed on the top of my head, the touch feels very gentle, and the slight weight soothed my anxiousness away.

Sariel: There's nothing much that you should be afraid of. You have already done very well, it's fine even if you are moving at a slower pace.

You: Really?

Sariel: Do you not believe in my words anymore?

I placed my face on the little table. The table surface is cooling, coincidentally helping my slightly burning cheeks to cool down.

It feels like it's Sariel's first time telling me words like these, a complete acknowledgement, straightforwardly comforting words.

In order to cover up my almost overflowing joy, I opened a bag of dried fruits and vegetables and handed it to Sariel.

He looked at it for a moment, slender fingers picked up an okra head--

You: Ah, did it shatter a little? Just look for a complete one to eat then!

Then it's a quarter piece of sweet potato.

You: Uhm.

And half a stick of potato fry that is rustling as its shreds are dropping.

You: ... It probably got squashed in the box. Uh, maybe you shouldn't eat it...

Before my voice died out, with a crunch, Sariel has already eaten off a shiitake mushroom.

You: ... How is it? Does it taste good?

Sariel: Ordinary.

To see Sariel eating snacks itself has already fueled my curiosity with great amounts of satisfaction, and immediately became happy.

You: It's good if it's ordinary, it's good if it's ordinary~

A piece of purple yam is suddenly stuffed into my mouth. A sweet and savory taste began spreading within.

Sariel rubbed the powders on his fingers, speaking in a faint voice.

Sariel: Too much flavoring.

He's exceptionally gentle today, that I can't help myself but to ask for more.

You: Then, after we're back today, can I have a meal at your house? I wanted to eat roasted purple yams with no flavoring. Hmm... brushing a bit of honey over them, can I?

Sariel: Sure, bring the purple yam over yourself.

You: Then, then what about tomorrow? I wanted to eat okra salad at your house!

Sariel: You'll be in charge of cutting the okra heads.

You: Then the day after tomorrow--

Sariel: You aren't the only one working overtime, I don't have the time to cook every day.

I knew he isn't free enough to cook every day, moreover for each time he cooks he'll have to put on masks, then disinfect, and make it look like a big fuss, that even I dare not to make act hastily. But--

You: But you can say "sure", you know? As long as your attitude shows, I'll be satisfied!

Sariel sighed helplessly.

Sariel: ... Sure.

Upon receiving a satisfactory reply, I leaned backwards to the seat, turning my head over to look at his well-defined side profile, pairing with the scenery outside, it's truly a treat to my eyes.

The feelings of being touched that came from nowhere suddenly surged from my heart, my words subconsciously blurted out on its own.

You: Sariel, really, if I were to sit with you, it doesn't feel bad to keep staying on the train.

He was dazed for a second, then turned his head to look towards the windows.

His hand is placed right by my seat. I tried to hold it, and the slender fingers proactively interlocked with mine.

Sariel: Keep sitting in the train? Don't you want to eat the toasted purple yam anymore?

You: Ah, I want to!

I wanted us to sit in the train together, eat snacks together, have our meals together, work together, and plan the many days of our daily lives together.

As long as I think of being able to see him, even the ordinary days will be filled with anticipation.