Chapter 34 (2/2)
Barefoot on the cool marble floor, Mu Wan did not think about it any further. She took out her phone and called Liu Qianxiu.
Her excited voice carried all the way to the quiet Taoist temple.
“Liu Qianxiu, I got the empress role!”
The hand holding the brush paused.
In the main hall of Qingyuan Temple, the scent of ink mingled with sandalwood. Liu Qianxiu set the brush down, and a faint smile surfaced in his clear, calm eyes.
“Mm.”
“Can you come back a little earlier today? If you were in front of me right now, I could hug you, kiss you, and tell you all about it properly.”
Her voice dropped softer toward the end.
“All right,” Liu Qianxiu said.
She chattered happily for a while after that, talking about nothing in particular, until Aunt Wu called her to breakfast and she finally hung up.
After ending the call, Liu Qianxiu picked up the brush again.
Across from him, Qingchan was also holding a brush, practising characters on white paper. There was a streak of ink on his face, leaving one patch of his porcelain-like cheek smudged black like a little kitten.
“Was that Sister Mu Wan?” the child asked, looking at the slight lift at the corner of Liu Qianxiu’s lips.
Liu Qianxiu lifted his gaze. His expression had already smoothed back into calm.
“Yes.”
“Why does she cling to you when she’s happy too?” Qingchan asked, puzzled. Then, still not understanding the mystery, he lowered his head and went back to writing.
Watching the child’s crooked characters, Liu Qianxiu asked quietly, “Did Shifu say when he’d be back?”
“Does Junior Brother Qianxiu want to leave already?” Qingchan looked up, visibly surprised. “Before, you were always reluctant to go. You said this place held the Tao in your heart.”
The Tao in his heart was still here.
The person in his heart was not.
After receiving Li Nan’s call, Mu Wan reread Thousand Threads of Snow from beginning to end at home.
At three that afternoon, she took a taxi to Runze Tower.
The moment she stepped into the audition room, the director seated at the centre looked up, saw her, and smiled.
“We’ve met before.”
“We have, Director Li,” Mu Wan replied with a smile.
Everyone else in the room could tell at once that Director Li was already favourably inclined toward her. After he said, “Begin,” Mu Wan chose a scene and started acting.
Before she had graduated, she had not yet signed with a company and had needed to earn enough to eat. Back then, she had auditioned countless times. Mu Wan’s acting had never been the problem. Even in the smallest supporting role, she could still fully inhabit a scene.
By the time the audition clip ended, Director Li’s smile had grown even broader.
Just like that, the role was hers.
In Thousand Threads of Snow, the empress did not play a major role, but she was closely tied to the main plot, making it difficult to cut her scenes. Once the casting was confirmed, Mu Wan even went to the company afterward and signed the contract together with Li Nan.
Only after all of that was done did she finally let herself feel relieved—and happy.
She called a cab and headed home.
On the ride back, Mu Wan called Liu Qianxiu again. He only told her that Master Xuanqing still had not returned to the temple and likely would not be back that night.
The happiness she had been wrapped in seemed to dim beneath a thin veil.
Looking out at the western sun sinking lower in the sky, Mu Wan ended the call.
By the time she reached Jiayuan Community, it was already six in the evening. The sun had not yet fully set. The sky had only just begun to darken at the edges.
With dinnertime approaching and the workday ending, the snack vendors outside the community had begun setting up their stalls.
Thinking about it carefully, ever since the cats had gone to Liu Qianxiu’s home, Mu Wan had barely eaten from the roadside vendors at all.
Aunt Wu’s cooking from that morning had only been enough to carry her through lunch. After spending the whole afternoon running around, she was hungry. Mu Wan stopped by a few stalls, but the heavy oil and salt no longer stirred the appetite they once would have.
Liu Qianxiu really had spoiled her palate.
In the end, she bought nothing and headed home instead.
It had rained all day again. The edges of the paving stones in the community had lifted, and any careless step would send water splashing up. Mu Wan knew the road well. She walked along the wall, passed out of the little lane, and headed toward the building where she lived.
The old residential blocks stood tall, completely blocking out the sunset. The air carried the smell of wet soil and leaves, mixed with the dense, earthy presence of ordinary life.
Then, as Mu Wan reached the building, something cool and clean cut straight through that atmosphere.
She stopped.
The man had already changed out of his Taoist robes. He wore a linen shirt and trousers, standing tall and lean, solitary and removed from the world. He had been looking up toward the third floor, but when he heard footsteps, he turned and looked over.
The pale calm of his features deepened the moment he saw the woman standing there.
Mu Wan’s heart stumbled once, then began pounding wildly.
She came back to herself, her beautiful eyes lighting at once, and ran straight to him.
“Liu Qianxiu, you’re back.”
She smiled so brightly that it was like clouds parting to let all the light through.
“Mm.”
Turning toward her fully, Liu Qianxiu lowered his eyes and gave a quiet response.
“Didn’t you say your master hadn’t returned—” Mu Wan began, then her eyes brightened all over again. “Were you trying to surprise me?”
She never got to finish.
His hands came up to cup her face. Her chin tipped upward, her heart jumping sharply—and then his kiss fell to her lips.
The softness and warmth of his mouth sent a shiver through her. Mu Wan’s eyes widened, lashes trembling. He seemed to have buried all of his longing into that one kiss. In no time, Mu Wan’s eyes slid shut, and her arms rose to wrap around his shoulders.
By the time he drew back, her heart was in an uproar.
Sunlight filtered through the camphor leaves in front of the building and scattered in fragments across her blurred gaze. Mu Wan looked at Liu Qianxiu, who was breathing faintly and trembling a little.
“This is the surprise,” he said, his voice low, the corner of his lips lifting slightly.
Mu Wan’s body felt almost too weak to support itself. She clung to him, her fingertips burning.
“Liu Qianxiu… will you stay at my place tonight?”
He looked down at her.
All the blood in her body seemed to rush straight into her face. Her cheeks burned. She made a small, soft sound, then licked her lips with the tip of her tongue. Lowering her head and then lifting it again, she said, “My bed… my bed is pretty soft.”
A breeze moved between them, carrying with it the ordinary smell of the neighborhood she had noticed only moments ago.
He looked at her quietly, his gaze deep and unreadable.
Mu Wan felt as if she might drown in his eyes.
She held her breath and waited for his answer, equal parts patient and desperate.
“All right,” he said.
He agreed.
