"Huu~"
Song Qingchao leaned her head against the side of the bathtub, her eyes and mind equally hazy.
"Who!"
Her relaxed nerves snapped taut at a slight sound from outside.
"It's me, Bai You'an."
A familiar voice from outside the window sounded slightly hesitant.
Song Qingchao, who had been merely a little nervous, suddenly became very tense.
She didn't know when it was that she could no longer look at Bai You'an with an ordinary heart.
"Is something wrong?"
But she still managed to control her voice.
There was a long silence from outside.
She couldn't help but turn her head, causing ripples on the surface of the water.
She could only vaguely make out a person standing outside the window.
The person lowered their head and placed something by the window.
"What are you doing?"
"Sour date cakes," Bai You'an said softly. "Rest well after eating. Don't be too sad about today's events."
Song Qingchao gave a "Mm," and watched as the person outside turned to leave.
"Wait!"
She called out to stop him.
"I'm leaving. Shall we go together?"
Every pore of her being awaited Bai You'an's answer.
The incessant sound of water made her heart beat faster.
"I... I want to stay a while longer."
This answer was within Song Qingchao's expectations.
"Then... take care of yourself, Mr. Bai."
Bai You'an also responded, "Miss Song, you too."
Then, the person outside the window disappeared.
Song Qingchao turned her head back, slapped the water surface, and then took out the two unpolished lenses from her space.
A layer of mist formed on the lenses.
Song Qingchao wiped them with her damp hands and then continuously rubbed the still-rough edges with her fingers.
Who knew how long it would be until they met again.
It was also uncertain if they would ever see each other again.
It seemed she needed to finish making the glasses as soon as possible.
It would be too late once she reached Mobei...
She clutched the lenses tightly at this thought.
After changing, she was still steaming as she walked to the window and picked up the items Bai You'an had left.
She smiled as she looked at them, then put them into her space.
Bai You'an, you are destined to be mine.
The next morning.
She was woken by the chirping sounds from outside.
Although they had deliberately lowered their voices, but...
Song Qingchao reluctantly sat up.
After tidying herself up, she went straight out to find the culprits.
"Snap."
The sound stopped.
The person who was speaking looked at her as she walked out of the door and greeted her with a smile.
"Sister Chaichai."
Song Qingchao, caught off guard, was embraced tightly by the young girl Liu Zhe'er.
Zhou Zhengxi's efficiency in handling matters was truly high.
But where was her cold-faced younger brother?
Her hand stroked Liu Zhe'er's hair, "What were you talking about?"
"Nothing!"
Lin Tingwan hastily replied.
"Really?" Song Qingchao threatened.
She had heard it all quite clearly.
Someone who could fly in the sky, and contact anyone no matter how far away...
What a fanciful young girl!
"Really."
Song Qingchao hadn't expected Liu Zhe'er to help Lin Tingwan cover up.
She smiled, shook her head, and didn't ask further.
Having them come to her saved her the trouble of looking for them.
"Tingwan, have you forgotten something?"
Lin Tingwan placed her hand on her chin, her face etched with worry.
After thinking for a moment, she snapped her fingers.
"The glasses!?"
"Yes," Song Qingchao curved into a smile. "Now is the time."
No sooner said than done.
Lin Tingwan rolled up her sleeves and headed straight for the study.
Song Qingchao led Liu Zhe'er behind her.
When they entered, they saw that she had already written half a page of the character "山" (shān - mountain).
Song Qingchao raised her eyebrows in satisfaction.
She had read until late into the night yesterday.
She understood the manufacturing process and various principles of glasses almost perfectly.
Looking at Lin Tingwan's demeanor.
Song Qingchao felt there was hope.
"Let's go! Let's go find Bai You'an!" Lin Tingwan happily held up the "eye chart" and ran over.
Her sooty nose made Liu Zhe'er laugh.
Lin Tingwan directly stuffed the eye chart into Song Qingchao's arms, then chased after Liu Zhe'er and ran outside.
Song Qingchao looked helplessly at the somewhat creased paper in her hands, smiled, and sighed, then followed them out.
Young people were truly wonderful.
She had just stepped into the backyard gate when she saw two young girls pull Bai You'an out from either side.
Bai You'an looked confused, but seeing Song Qingchao there, he obediently allowed himself to be manhandled.
"Zhe'er, help too!"
Saying this, Liu Zhe'er took the paper from Song Qingchao's hand and then, standing on tiptoe, stuck it onto a tree.
Lin Tingwan measured the distance, then drew a line on the ground, and signaled Bai You'an to move over.
Bai You'an, standing beside Song Qingchao, leaned slightly. "What is Miss Song doing?"
Song Qingchao tugged at his sleeve and then led him forward.
"Healing your eyes."
She stopped and handed Bai You'an a spoon. "Cover your left eye."
Bai You'an took it in confusion and then looked at Lin Tingwan, who was holding a branch in front of the tree.
Bai You'an: "..."
He had never been able to see through Song Qingchao, and after she met Lin Tingwan, he understood her even less.
Lin Tingwan explained what Bai You'an needed to do, then began to point back and forth.
Although Bai You'an didn't understand, he cooperated to the best of his ability.
After Song Qingchao and the other two had made a fuss, they left without regard for Bai You'an, taking the paper with them.
Leaving Bai You'an standing there, bewildered.
Bai You'an tilted his head and bit his lip.
That's it?
Meanwhile, Song Qingchao, who had gotten the results, didn't care what Bai You'an thought.
Her priority was to quickly make the items and then head to Mobei.
Otherwise, if the time was missed, even if Shou Hou was her person, it would be troublesome.
However, she hadn't expected the craftsmanship of making glasses to be so complicated.
Even with Lin Tingwan, a time traveler who had seen them before, and herself with full theoretical knowledge, these small lenses had given both of them headaches.
But she could still endure it.
With a little more effort, these lenses could be made.
But what gave her the most headache was Bai You'an.
He kept coming to her courtyard to inquire, intentionally or unintentionally.
Behind the door, by the window, on the roof, in the treetops...
Song Qingchao couldn't think of any other place in the courtyard where Bai You'an hadn't appeared.
It scared her so much that she had to quickly hide her things every time.
Finally, Song Qingchao decided to give up.
Besides, Lin Tingwan had also said that it ultimately depended on Bai You'an to test them.
For convenience, she also directly hung the eye chart on the wall of her room.
"What have you been busy with lately?"
As Song Qingchao was grinding a lens, a resentful voice came from above her head.
"I..."
She looked up and was about to explain when she met Bai You'an's inquisitive gaze. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
The two of them were so close that she could see the patterns in his pupils.
"You..."
"What me? What you?"
His eyes curved, mocking her.
Song Qingchao felt her face heat up.
She leaned back slightly, then picked up a cleaned lens with one hand and held it in front of Bai You'an's beautiful eyes.
"I'm making a pair of eyes for you."
Song Qingchao tilted her head, smiling particularly sweetly, her voice as soft and sweet as sour date cakes.
"Mr. Bai, can you see me clearly now?"