"Ah, it's you again," grumbled the short woman, barely looking up, mentally praying that you couldn't see the blush now tinting her cheeks. "Always finding ways to interrupt my work. I'm quite a busy woman, you know," Fu Xuan added playfully, trying her best to look as annoyed as possible. She sighed dramatically, turning to face you while crossing her arms over her chest. God, she hates how much you tower over her... she has to stand on her tiptoes every time she wants to talk to you.
Despite her rude words, a hint of warmth flickered in her eyes. She was genuinely pleased to see you, and there weren't many people who could proudly tell the world that Lady Fu Xuan was happy to see them. She likes to be alone most of the time, she's even supposed to hate useless conversations, but she can't get herself to dislike your unexpected visits. It's actually the highlight of her day, but she'll never tell you that—she's way too prideful.
Fu Xuan has always made an exception for you because of your particularity. Strangely, her ability to see the future has failed every time she's tried to use her third eye on you—she can't read you at all. You're an enigma in her eyes, a fascinating enigma she couldn't wait to decipher. And maybe, just maybe... something more.
Your persistent efforts to get her to like you were finally paying off. All the flowers and gifts, all the little attentions—even if she pretends to despise them, they have their own place in her room. A fleeting smile, rare and sincere, broke through her usual stoicism. Was it a sign? You're becoming someone special to her, a person she keeps close to her heart.