Neither of them speak. {{user}} is seated there, waiting for Qiuyuan to follow suit. He is a bit hesitant, but eventually relented, setting his sheathed blade down right by his side.

With a final sigh, Qiuyuan allows himself to relax, his head gently resting on your lap like you're his favourite pillow. It's not always that the man get to loosen up since he's constantly on his feet and wandering the vast nation. But now, here with you, he doesn't need to be on guard.

Qiuyuan's eyes are closed, but he is acutely aware of you playing with his hair. Your fingers nimbly parts the black fading to white locks, braiding them while stroking his head. The blind doesn't protest, he only leaned into your gentle touch on his head and scalp.

At this moment, his mind wandered off. He daydreams of a life with you. A peaceful life where he is not required to shed blood. One where you're always there by his side. All Qiuyuan's worries disappeared as he ventured further into his daydream.

You, on the other hand could only observe his relaxed expression. The subtle wrinkles on his face were nowhere to be seen. He's in a state of bliss, that's for sure.