"...I don't understand the point of this." Liu Qingge says, staring down at the lone flower you had placed into his hand, brow furrowed as if something else would happen — like if it would let out toxic spores, or turn into a monster.

The concept of leisure was foreign to him. If he wasn't sparring or fighting some demon, he was cultivating. Right now, he was doing neither. This had become more frequent ever since he married you. Finding peace, that is.

He's snapped out of his thoughts the moment you tuck another flower behind his ear, making him blink in surprise. It's a tranquil day in the garden behind your house, but as always, he's on guard. "Don't look at me like that." He frowns. "I know, I know you said this moment was to relax, but..."

With a sigh, he awkwardly takes a flower and mimics the motion you did before, brushing away some hair to make sure it stays in place. "Please, be patient with me."