#DO NOT EVER FREAKIN' DARE CALL ME A DUMMY WHEN YOU'RE THE BIGGEST DUMMY AND LOVE-BRAIN IN THE UNIVERSE
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[CN] Victor’s Luolan Date (Eng Translation)
“It appears I’ve already found the rose from the legend, one that will never wither.”
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⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 楼兰之约, that is yet to be released on the global server! ♡
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【Subbed Video】    
[Anika's Notes]: tbh ig the VAs were told to soften their voice 10x than usual for this event LOL. The amount of nonverbal sounds—— 😩 also, since Tumblr wants to reduce my workload LOL and won’t allow more than 30 pics, PLS DO WATCH the video for the god-tier voice acting, new bgs, the bgms and sprite alterations too~💕
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【Transcript Version】
【Chapter 1】
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Victor: If you keep crying for any longer, your eyes might become swollen.
MC: [sobbing]  The ending was simply too unfair. Who can resist crying…
Through the hazy veil of tears, I see the lights in the living room flicker on.
The time-traveling drama I’ve been following all summer aired its series finale tonight. Victor even joined me in watching the web series together after getting off work.
We were chatting about the storyline just fine, until the final scene when my tears began streaming down uncontrollably––
Upon returning to the present day, the heroine enters Luolan once again, only to discover that the once prosperous city has eroded into the long river of time.
But the rose that the Prince of Luolan had carved outside the palace walls still blossoms on the crumbling ruins, quietly awaiting her for a thousand years.
Victor places a towel, radiating warm steam, over my eyes, gradually soothing my emotions.
MC: Don’t you find it beautiful?
Victor: Carving a rose into a stone is quite romantic. I can understand why you like it.
MC: I see absolutely no hint of being moved on your face…
He slightly furrows his brows in response to what sounded like an odd statement to him.
Victor: You’re not expecting us both to cuddle up and cry our eyes off, are you?
A rather peculiar image flashes through my mind, and I can’t help but burst into laughter.
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Victor: Crying one moment and laughing the next. Your emotions are truly fickle.
MC: Precisely. Compared with my vivid and overt emotional display, this audience member’s emotions are too composed.
Victor: The selling point of all time-travel dramas mostly revolves around the theme that love can transcend time and space, with endings that can either be joyful or sorrowful.
Victor: This ending was predictable.
MC: But this series is adapted from the legend of the last prince of Loulan!
MC: Additionally, in the last century, a foreign explorer claimed to have seen flower-shaped carved patterns on the stone tiles at the Luolan ruins.
Victor listens quietly, then turns his gaze to me after a brief pause.
Victor: So, is this why you want to visit the Loulan ruins?
MC: Well, it’s not the sole reason. The legend of Luolan’s overnight disappearance has been widely known as a mystical tale. I was originally–– hang on, how did you know I wanted to go there?
The answer to my question is a document he hands to me. Upon closer look, I realize it’s actually the official permit granting access to enter the Luolan ruins.
MC: Why do you have this document too?
Victor: …dummy, it’s yours. Could they have sent it to the wrong person?
I flip through a few pages, and sure enough, find my full name written in the applicant’s box.
MC: I had just woken up when I filled in the address… I guess I subconsciously thought it would be safer to have it sent to you?
Victor: Sweet talker.
He raps my head.
Victor: But I heard that it’s no longer open for public visits.
MC: Yes, indeed~ Currently, only teams on scientific expeditions or those with permits are allowed in.
MC: The conditions for obtaining the permit are so incredibly stringent. I even tried leveraging all my connections, but still couldn’t succeed!
Hearing my words, he gives me a sidelong glance but doesn’t interrupt my unceasing torrent of complacent monologue.
MC: Luckily, I was able to negotiate a documentary collaboration with the local government and received an invitation for sightseeing~ I even signed multiple agreements to protect cultural relics.
Victor: No wonder a certain dummy’s tail is raised high into the sky; it indeed was no easy feat. However––
Victor: [sulking] You just said you had leveraged all your connections. How come I don’t remember myself being among those connections you leveraged?
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MC: Because this was meant to be my Qixi Festival surprise for you…
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【Chapter 2】
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Victor: Is this abrupt emergency break also a part of the surprise?
He pinches up the coffee-spattered shirt clinging to his body and stares at me sitting in the driver’s seat, lost for words.
MC: That pit just now was really too tricky…!
Just a few short hours ago, we landed at Luolan Airport. However, upon arrival, we were informed by the airline that our checked luggage had been delayed in the transit city and wouldn’t be delivered until two days later.
To avoid delaying our itinerary, we agreed to deal with the matter of collecting them on our way back. With that settled, I confidently got into the driver’s seat of the RV, and alongside Victor, embarked on a self-driven journey into the desert.
Yet, as expected, things aren’t as uncomplicated as I initially thought.
Looking at his shirt– practically soaked through and with coffee still dripping from it– I promptly grab some tissues and wipe it off for him.
The next second, my gaze suddenly falls upon the carry-on suitcase on the luggage rack. My eyes light up, leading me to pause in my actions.
MC: Why not take it off and wash it immediately? Although, while waiting for the clothes to dry, it seems like you’ll have to either be completely naked––
Unsurprisingly, as I deliberately prolong the final note, his reaction of furrowing his brows is true to my expectations.
MC: Or you could wear the couple’s outfit I packed inside the carry-on luggage for taking photos~
Victor: It seems like occasionally; one can still count on––
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However, as soon as I take out two sets of lavish Western Region attire, his voice ceases to be heard.
The gold-plated ornaments chime with a delicate tinkling sound, aggravating the crease between his brows.
Victor: What are these?
MC: Compared to my dancer’s attire, yours is actually a collaboration with the museum, an exact 1:1 replica of the half-sleeved garment worn by the Prince of Loulan back in the day~
Victor: So?
Seeing that he is unmoved, I extend my hand and point to the sign denoting the “uninhabited area” by the roadside.
MC: There’s no place to purchase clothes around here. If you don’t change soon, that coffee stain won’t come off. And then, regardless of what outfit you wear on the return trip, it’ll end up on the news––
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MC: 《The CEO of LFG’s Grand Cosplay Elevates Airport Fashion》 or 《The CEO of LFG Spotted in Stained Shirt - Speculations of Bankruptcy》. Your choice?
After quite a while, he compromises with a sigh, taking the clothes from me and walking towards the bathroom at the back of the RV.
Not long after, the sound of water seems to quiet down. In anticipation, I turn my head––
The soft crimson robe barely conceals the glimpses of sculpted and muscular contours underneath, complemented by intricate gold ornaments that adorn him with an air of regal nobility and grace.
Faced with my unblinking gaze fixated on him, he displays a somewhat unnatural expression, which is rarely seen on his face.
Victor: Why aren’t you changing?
MC: [still busy gaping]  What?
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Victor: Why am I the only one wearing the couple’s outfit?
MC: Okay, okay, I’ll “accompany” you.
Watching the awkward expression on his face, I can’t contain my laughter and let out a chuckle. Just before his gaze can shoot my way, I hurriedly grab my attire and head to the bathroom.
The desert weather is always fluctuating and unpredictable. Right after I finish changing my clothes, I notice a sudden sandstorm brewing outside the window.
Seemingly catching a sound, his gaze lingers on me for a brief moment, and an almost imperceptible tenderness crests on the arches of his brows.
With the scope visibility diminished, Victor assumes control of the steering wheel, deftly maintaining a steady distance from the swirling sand and wind.
After who knows how long, we finally spot a single-story house coming into view at the end of the yellow sand. Brimming with excitement, I tap the navigation icon to zoom in and get a closer look.
MC: It’s the cultural relics preservation station!
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Initially, our intention was only to charge the RV. But with the yellow sand swirling around, we find ourselves invited by the stationed personnel, Maizi, to come inside and rest for a bit.
Just as we step inside, a dense mass of sand and stones outside the window surges forward, closing in rapidly.
The sandstorm has begun.
Thoughts of how an entire kingdom was once buried under this very sand spring to mind, and an instinctive fear begins to loom large within me.
The delicate brick house trembles subtly amidst the raging wind, and at this moment, a crisp sound resounds in my ears.
Several pairs of shimmering gold-plated earrings illuminate my dusky field of view. Taking note of my reaction, Maizi places them in front of me.
Maizi: Don’t be scared. Here, we’ve been wearing these kinds of earrings since childhood. They’re like protective charms for children in the desert.
As Maizi speaks, she turns slightly and shows me her earrings. The luster has dimmed a touch, suggesting she’s been wearing them for a long time.
Maizi: These are the ones I made for my kids. If you don’t mind, would you guys like to choose two pairs?
MC: Thank you, but it’s alright.
With a hint of bashfulness, I gesture with my hand and point at Victor’s ears.
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MC: Besides, my boyfriend doesn’t have ear piercings.
Maizi: It’s no problem. My eldest son doesn’t have ear piercings either.
With a smile, Maizi offers me a pair of clip-on earrings.
Maizi: Consider them as a wish for your safety and well-being. Take them.
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As the sandstorm eases up, not wanting to impose any longer, we say our goodbyes and ultimately accept the two pairs of earrings before returning to the RV.
Perhaps due to how terrifyingly unnerving the sandstorm was, Victor doesn’t refuse when I offer to help him wear the clip-on earrings after he’s put the earrings on me.
I take up the clip-on earring and carefully trace my finger over his earlobe to figure out its placement. However, after spending a good amount of time, I still don’t find the ideal position I’m entirely satisfied with.
Victor: Still not done?
MC: Have a little patience. I don’t seem to recall rushing you when you gifted me earrings for the first time~
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[Tidbits]: AHHH YESSS the call back to their first “kiss” kiss date– “Dazzling Date” 🥺
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At long last, I find the right spot and fasten the clip. Following this, I can’t help myself and imitate the past actions in my memories, gently cradling his face and leaning in to take a closer look.
The glistening golden pieces dance softly. However, in the next second, a subtle blush at the corner of his eyes captures my attention.
Seeing this, I mischievously continue leaning closer and closer to him. As I catch a momentary hitch in his steady breathing, I deliberately reach out to stroke his earlobe.
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MC: Oh gosh, could you be allergic to metal? The corners of your eyes have turned red. Maybe I should take them off…
Before the words fully leave my mouth, I find myself abruptly pulled into his arms.
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Victor: They’re on just fine, don’t mess with them.
His arms tighten around me a little more, and I obediently nestle into his embrace, letting the cocoon of safety enfold me.
The swirling underlying tension caused by the dreadful weather finally dissipates, akin to feathers drifting in the air. As drowsiness slowly sweeps over me, I register the sound of my last question being put into words.
MC: Victor, what if we can’t find the remains? What should we do then?
Victor: If we don’t find them this time, we will come back next time.
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【Chapter 3】
[Anika’s Notes]: While I’ll talk about this later, just wanted to say— that the way we get a mere glimpse into how extreme level of PTSD this man has given MC from the main story like— I’m counting fingers for the number of times she got nightmares when he isn’t next to her— (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)
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A man sits in solitude beneath the palace walls, gazing towards the east for a long, long time.
He has probably repeated the act of carving a million times before. It seems as if the carving knife in his hand has a soul of its own now, each stroke finding its mark with precision, etching deep scars.
Fresh blood trickles down along the blade’s edge, staining the rose with a blood-red hue. Yet, he appears unresponsive to the pain, persistently carving stroke after stroke.
Only when the red headscarf is lifted by the wind does a familiar face emerge before my eyes.
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MC: Victor!
I reach out in a panic to touch him, but a sudden onslaught of sand and wind surges forth, engulfing him in the blink of an eye.
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Startled awake from the nightmare, I instinctively reach my hand to my side, only to find nothing but an empty space.
Victor is not in the car.
Amidst the boundless silence, a distant chime of camel bells suddenly reaches me. Compelled by the sound, I push open the car door––
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The sandstorm has ceased at some point, revealing a sky that’s now crystal clear and brilliantly bright.
The curtain of dusk hangs low, but the luminous moon has already ascended in the vault of the heavens, radiating its brilliance alongside the sun.
Among the endless sand dunes, Victor, attired in exquisite garments, guides a pure white camel through the terrain, advancing his way through the light.
Stretching behind him, across the infinite expanse of Lop Desert, stands several silent, solitary, and enigmatic remnants of ancient civilizations.
The breeze dances by, causing his knuckles to gently clasp the upper garment brushing against his grave and stern visage, setting the accessories on his splendid attire to chime with delicate, tinkling sounds.
Perhaps dazzled by the light, he squints his slender eyes and immediately spots my presence. He appears slightly taken aback, but then quickens his stride as he approaches my direction.
In the boundless landscape, with each step he takes toward me, I feel as if he is crossing through a thousand years to reach me.
The scene from the dream resurfaces in my mind once again, and before I can even fully comprehend it, I’m already sprinting toward him with large strides.
I practically crash into his arms.
Victor: [breathes sharply]  Running so fast––
Seeing that I’m breathless and staring fixedly at him without even blinking my eyes, he freezes for a moment. Then, as if realizing something, he envelops me in his arms.
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Victor: The Luolan ruins we are heading to are in that direction. We can’t drive there, so I borrowed a camel from Maizi for transportation. 
Victor: It was released to wander in the desert, and I needed to go and guide it back myself. You seemed to be sleeping so soundly, so I didn’t wake you up.
His words are extremely slowed, spoken one at a time. Listening to him, rather than an explanation, it sounds more like he is comforting me.
MC: You weren’t here just now and… I had this strange dream.
With his questioning eyes upon me, I feel compelled to respond honestly.
MC: I dreamt that you turned into the Prince of Loulan and were swept away by the sand...
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Victor: [sighs with infinite indulgence and helplessness]  …
MC: You find this amusing?
Hearing my grumbling, he finally can’t hold back a muffled chuckle, drawing his arms around me a little tighter.
Victor: Have you confirmed it now?  – that I haven’t been swept away by the sand?
MC: Who knows, maybe you had gotten swept away! And it was this camel that rescued you and brought you back.
I huff angrily and bicker with him, effectively dispelling the uneasiness that the nightmare had triggered.
However, the camel seems to have caught on something, suddenly swaying its head and coming closer to me.
Momentarily taken aback, I then laugh in spite of myself and reach out to pat it. This gesture seems to act as a signal of some sort, prompting it to obediently lower itself to the ground.
MC: Huh, could it be that I have a natural talent for taming camels?
Victor: It’s more likely a stroke of luck.
As he speaks, he nimbly mounts the camel’s saddle and reaches out to hug me, lifting me up onto it alongside him.
The camel stands up in due course and suddenly leaps into the air, prompting me to let out a subconscious cry of exclamation.
MC: Whoa!
Victor: Hold onto me firmly and sit tight.
After he tugs on the reins, the camel pivots to change its direction and heads toward the ruins.
Probably due to Victor’s presence, I swiftly adapt to the bumpy ride. I even begin swaying my ornaments to create a pleasant sound, echoing in harmony with the camel’s bells.
MC: I feel like I’m a dancer being offered to the Prince of Luolan~
Victor: How come I’m not aware of any dynasty where a prince would rush out of the palace to welcome a dancer?
His teasing leaves me momentarily dumbfounded. It takes me quite a while before I open my mouth to speak, unwilling to resign myself.
MC: I never said the Prince of Luolan is you.
For an instant, Victor seems to stiffen up. When he speaks again, his tone takes on a slight rigidity.
Victor: [sulking] Who is he, then?
MC: …that’s not the important point!
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MC: The important point is that you’re the Mr. Husband of my dreams– whom I’ve long set my heart on, and now you’re stealing me away to elope.
Victor: Childish.
A gentle tap lands on my head, and as I tilt my head up, I find myself ensnared by the light of his tender eyes.
MC: You clearly look really happy~
He doesn’t banter any further and only gives a tug on the reins, prompting the camel’s steps to become a bit brisker.
Receding into the distance amid the boundless expanse swept by the northern breeze, the glory and decline, the prosperity and withering of ancient Luolan have long frozen into eternal slumber.
MC: How wonderful!
Victor: What’s got you so moved again?
MC: The weather has cleared, which is wonderful. We’re heading to the ruins without any hiccups, which is also wonderful. But the most wonderful thing is having you by my side, chatting about all sorts of nonsense.
MC: No matter what, everything is wonderful as long as Victor is around.
The jingling tinkle of camel bells accompanies his gentle laughter close to my ears.
Victor: It’s only possible with a certain dummy around.
As the outlines of the ruins become distinct, I turn my head back in exhilaration.
MC: Even if I have to turn this place upside down, I’ll find that stone-carved rose!
His gaze lingers briefly on my arms waving around in excitement, and then he arches an eyebrow.
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Victor: It appears crucial for me to remind you that you signed agreements for the preservation of cultural relics. If you do turn this place upside down––
Victor: I won’t be able to save you, even if I were to sell LFG.
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【Chapter 4】
MC: …it’s all completely weathered away.
As I look at the historical ruins of the ancient kingdom before my eyes, which have gradually been devoured into nothingness by the endless expanse of yellow sand, I can’t resist pouting my lips.
MC: Locating the ruins of the imperial palace itself is akin to a far-fetched tale, let alone finding the stone-carved rose.
Victor: Why are you so hung up on that legend?
MC: Just a bit of anticipation, you know. After all, you see, If I were in that position, I’d surely leave behind some traces for you.
MC: The speculation is that the woman in the tales possessed an Evol similar to yours, which led her to go there. But, due to certain factors, she had no choice but to leave.
Victor: It won’t be the same.
He softly counters my statement, his gaze filled with seriousness.
MC: Hm?
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Victor: With me, those factors you mentioned won’t come into existence.
A warm and fuzzy feeling suddenly envelopes my heart. I grin, drawing closer to him.
MC: Guess there’s no way around it. It seems I have no choice but to concede that the legend is, indeed, bogus.
He pauses for a moment, and his lips twitch. But in the end, he doesn’t say anything. Soon, a glimmer of a smile sparkles in his eyes, and immediately after, he tightly clasps my hand.
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While I’m still in the midst of my puzzlement, a sudden glaring sunlight makes me reflexively squint my eyes. And then, a hot and humid breeze, carrying an exotic fragrance, hits me in the next moment.
After struggling to open my eyes, I curiously peer in the direction of the light, only to find myself frozen right where I’m standing––
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Before my eyes lay a quaint-style courtyard adorned with fragrant blossoms. A flowing river winds its way through, its glistening waves reflecting in the sunlight with water that is clear and pristine, hosting schools of fish swimming within.
Compared to me who is filled with utter incredulity, Victor’s expression remains unchanged as if the current sight before us holds no element of astonishment for him.
Could this be a mirage? Puzzled, I gingerly brush the river’s water with the tips of my toes. The cool sensation of the flowing stream leaves me bewildered, prompting me to lift my gaze to the person next to me.
MC: Victor, am I dreaming again?
Victor: Just earlier, didn’t a certain someone say that she wanted me to take her away to elope?
He smiles as he looks at me, and in his eyes, the magnificent beauty and grand scenery of an ancient landscape are reflected.
The lofty dome of the circular palace hall is embellished with ceramic glazed tiles on its overhanging eaves, each detail unmistakably declaring the opulent and prestigious nature of this place.
Atop the roof stands a wooden pagoda reminiscent of those unique to ancient Luolan, and a lush canopy of greenery veils the gray-red palace walls I’ve seen in the drama.
A somewhat daring conjecture surfaces in my mind.
MC: This wouldn’t be the Imperial Palace of Luolan, is it?
Seeing the originator of all this noncommittally raise an eyebrow, I feel my heart tighten and rush to examine him thoroughly, circling around him.
MC: [anxiously, PTSD x2]  A-are you feeling any discomfort?
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Victor: [?? laughs helplessly. *screams* DO YOU SEE HOW BADLY YOU GAVE HER AND US MAIN STORY PTSD––] Dummy. I’m not that fragile.
Victor: As long as we manage to sidestep the butterfly effect and avoid impacting the course of history––
Probably noticing that I’m tensely staring into his eyes again, he slips my restless hand into his palm and gives it a gentle squeeze.
Victor: Don’t be so anxious. There won’t be anyone else here for the time being.
Hearing him say this, I poke my head out and gaze at the rare and magnificent view that lay before me.
MC: So, can we take photos?
Victor: Ask your phone.
But I soon realize that my phone is entirely frozen on the lock screen interface and is refusing to respond whatsoever, leaving me with no choice but to resentfully lower my hand.
MC: The phone says it’s not possible…
Victor: That being the case, simply keep your eyes wide open and commit it to your memory.
I let him lead me toward the depths of the courtyard, and along the way, we see the flowers bloom all the more luxuriantly. Unwittingly, I find myself mesmerized by the vista.
It’s not until a glazed table adorned with delicacies and fine wines appears amidst the blossoms that I stop in my tracks in astonishment.
–– Everything unfolding before my eyes is gradually starting to align with the scenes from the time-travel drama in my memories.
MC: It turns out that the drama is actually so detailed. It seems that I, who diligently watched every episode without exception, am about to become a walking encyclopedia of Luolan––
From the garden on the other side of the wall, there suddenly comes voices of conversation. I hastily hush and excitedly prick up my ears to listen to their dispute.
However, all that reaches my ears are unfamiliar and garbled sounds, and soon I start feeling my head beginning to spin a little. Once the women have walked farther away, I find I’m already frowning without even realizing it.
Victor: Looks like a certain encyclopedia trained through time-travel dramas is really just a half-filled bucket of water sloshing around.
MC: Says who!
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[Anika’s tidbits]: HAHA as you guys know, I’ve long stopped explaining the thousands of idioms and intricate phrases Li Zeyan writers use unless they’re absolutely necessary/ crucial– or else my translation notes would be bigger than the content itself LOL– and this is one of those and it’s one of my favs 😂 the full idiom phrase is “一桶水不响, 半桶水晃荡” – it literally means while a full bucket of water doesn’t make noise as it is heavy and stable, a half-filled bucket sloshes around– i.e. those wisest among us prefer being quiet and are self-confident, while those who are in the less wise/ smarter group often try to compensate their lack of knowledge/ understanding by asserting that they do~ 💀
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Displeased with his jest, I swiftly focus my gaze on a copper utensil.
MC: Believe it or not, this was designed for storing spices, and it’s a very rare and expensive item.
I open the lid as I speak, and sure enough, a strong and fragrant aroma assails my nostrils. I can’t help but lift my chin complacently.
Victor: [laughs indulgently]  Alright, I underestimated a certain dummy.
I vaguely feel that the aroma is somewhat familiar, so I lean in to take a whiff, and a powerful fragrance of mugwort instantly invades the tip of my nose.
MC: [sneezes]  Ah-choo!
I rub my nose and look up, only to find that I have blown most of the scented powder onto Victor’s body, causing his figure to be coated with a drizzle of white.
The next second, he narrows his eyes and swiftly scoops me behind him. The smell of bone-chilling danger subtly spreads through the air.
MC: You’re not angry––?
Victor: Hush.
Looking in the direction of his gaze, I instantly become dumbstruck where I’m standing.
A massive leopard is peering at us from beneath the poplar tree, its face obscured by the shade of the tree, its pupils gleaming with an eerie and chilly light.
MC: L-Leopard…
Victor: [smiling]  I’m familiar with it.
Despite being faced with a ferocious beast, this man actually still has the mood to crack jokes!
MC: But according to historical accounts, this should be one of those leopards raised in captivity by the royals and aristocrats. It’s probably quite docile… it wouldn’t eat us, right?
Victor: [still smiling]  Being raised in captivity doesn’t mean it has lost its ability to hunt.
Seeing the leopard arch its back, fear grips me so hard that I cling tightly to his arm.
MC: Do we still have a chance to slip away secretly?
Victor: [still smiling]  We’ve already made direct eye contact within its territory. Stay calm for now.
Pressing my hand against my wildly thudding heart, I raise my gaze to see it take a whiff of the air and then proceed to saunter leisurely in our direction.
After a while, it approaches Victor and sniffs gently. My heart leaps to my throat, but leaving me stupefied, it actually lays down, its shape reminiscent of a fluffy cushion. It even nuzzles him affectionately with its head.
What follows is a fuzzy ticklish sensation, and I stare in startled shock as the leopard’s tail merrily swishes against my lower leg.
MC: …didn’t we just make eye contact with it? Yet you’ve actually managed to tame it?
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I cast an incredulous glance at Victor, while he is staring at the incense burner with furrowed brows.
Victor: This scented powder probably isn’t intended for human application.
The enormous creature rolls over, laying bare its soft belly, exceedingly similar to the way Pudding behaves coquettishly after sucking on catnip.
Victor: It might not necessarily be us who drew it here. This fragrance is not just on me.
It’s only now that I realize a subtle aroma of mugwort is also lingering in the air. Following the fragrance, my eyes land on one side of the path lined with densely grown nepeta herbs. I immediately heave a sigh of relief.
At this moment, the leopard flexes its limbs in an inviting gesture, signaling for Victor to pet it. As I watch his rare expression of being at a loss for what to do, I can’t help but break into laughter.
Victor: [laughs helplessly]  …look at what good deed you’ve done!
MC: Being approached by an imperial leopard is a rare blessing that can never be obtained even if one beseeched it.
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[Anika’s tidbits]: ANOTHER ONE OF MY MOST FAV PHRASES EVER! The term MC uses here is 求都求不来 (qiu dui qui bu lai), which is a play on this phrase: 可遇不可求 (ke yu bu ke qui), which means “can only be obtained (serendipitously) but not be sought after” – which paints the perfect imagery for “destiny, sth/sb being destined for someone”~ and a very important thing to note, which I’ll come back to later. 🥺 
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Likely attributed to my overly bright gloating, Victor curls his fingers as he pinches up a small amount of the scented powder, which he then dabs on my face.
Sure enough, the leopard turns around and nuzzles against me. Seeing that I’m not putting up any resistance, it then straightens itself up and buries me completely in its soft fur.
MC: …ngh, Victor! Save me!
Victor: Nope. This “rare blessing that can never be obtained even if one beseeched it” is now being given to you.
Nudged by the leopard, I’m prompted to draw a few steps back, and as I let out a startled cry and tumble backward, I find myself landing in a soft embrace.
Amused, Victor pats the leopard on the head, and it obediently sits back down on the ground, reminiscent of a docile house kitten.
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Even as he enfolds me in his arms and sits us both down on the grassy lawn, I remain a bit indignant.
MC: Why does it only listen to you! We both clearly have the same scent.
At this moment, I happen to glimpse at the golden silk embroidery on his clothes shimmering in the sunlight. I then contemplatively look at my own dress, which is somewhat plain.
Victor: You don’t think it’s because of the clothes, do you?
MC: …who can say, perhaps its owner has clothes identical to yours.
Victor: Well, a certain someone must be thinking to herself, “Had I known earlier, I would’ve chosen a fancy princess gown for myself.”
Seeing me choked silly by his spot-on guess of my thoughts, he studies me with even more and more interest.
Victor: [IN THE MOST DOTING AND ADORABLE VOICE EVER]  But however you slice it, a certain dummy still looks like a certain dummy.
Disgruntled, I lean closer to the water’s surface to check my reflection. A pouty face suddenly jumps out at me, which indeed is in disharmony with the dancer’s attire.
However, when I turn around and notice the wine cups on the table, an idea immediately strikes me.
I pick up a cup and lean in to bring it to his lips, working hard to make my voice sound soft and enticing as I speak.
MC: Your Highness~
He pauses for a brief moment, almost imperceptibly, before swiftly locking eyes with me.
Victor: There’s no wine in the cup.
MC: …you spoilsport!
Huffing, I sit up straight from his arms and shoot him a glare.
MC: Isn’t it because I’m afraid that if I spill the wine just like I sneezed earlier, it could result in altering the details of the history!
Victor, however, lightly quirks the corners of his lips, pours the glass to the brim with wine, and once again draws me closer to his side.
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Victor: What did you want to do to me? Go on.
MC: You…
Before I can fully comprehend why he is being so cooperative at this moment, I feel a gentle force gripping my chin up.
I find myself falling into those serenely deep and unceasingly approaching pupils, and my breathing becomes rapid, beyond my control.
Victor: Weren’t you quite bold just a moment ago?
Victor: Seeing how you’re being so tentative like this, do you want me to teach you how one should drink this wine?
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My slightly trembling hand is gently lifted by him with an irresistible force, and the small wine cup is soon raised to the level of my eyebrows and then even higher.
His fingers trace a slow path from my wrist to the palm of my hand, making the wine in the cup ripple, mirroring the swaying of my heart in tandem.
Just as his waywardly mischievous fingers are about to enter between the crevices of mine, he applies a slight pressure. The teetering fine liquid finally spills out, and the cool sensation quietly trickles down my forearm.
Along with the soft sensation, a rush of warmth suddenly washes over me. I stare wide-eyed, completely unguarded, and am rooted to the spot.
That pair of deep eyes, which has been fixed on me all along, makes it clear that he has no intention whatsoever of letting me go.
The scorching tip of his tongue gently licks and sucks on the continuously dripping nectar-like fine liquid, sending a wave of tingling shivers coursing throughout my entire body. 
The incessantly rising, delicate sensation of itchiness makes me a bit restless. I have the urge to escape, yet simultaneously, I can’t help myself from pandering to it.
He looks at me with slightly half-lidded eyes, his lips curling up into a triumphant arc of someone getting their way.
Victor: Have you learned it now, dummy?
MC: !
I suddenly snap back to my senses and hastily pull my hand back, tossing the ceramic glazed cup back onto the table as if I were holding a hot potato.
MC: W-What am I learning this for…
Victor: Clearly, it was a certain someone who started it first––
Before the words even leave his mouth, I notice a skylark swooping down. Seeing this, he swiftly pulls me to the side to dodge.
While I’m still amidst my puzzlement, a black shadow suddenly flashes before my eyes. Much to my astonishment, the leopard has scampered into the air to catch the bird.
“Clang” –– the table is abruptly turned upside down by it, sending fruits and vegetables tumbling and leaving the cups and dishes in a complete disarray.
When I see him calmly looking at the spilled wine, as if he’d already foreseen it, I realize where his confidence in pouring the wine earlier came from.
And also, the uniqueness of this “trip.”
Looking up at this world that doesn’t belong to me, I can’t bear to tear my eyes away from the courtyard blooming with vibrant and luxuriant flowers––
The abounding blossoms of crimson pomegranate adorn the trees, while the light purple clovers form dense clusters, and the red lotus stretches wantonly by the riverbank…
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MC: I’m still finding it hard to believe that I’m able to see the ancient Luolan with my own eyes…
Victor: So, have you found what you were searching for?
At his reminder, I belatedly recall the original purpose that I had cast to the back of my mind.
After casting a surveying glance all around, I don’t find that rosy color I was expecting to see and can only gaze at him with a sense of bitterness.
Victor: During this period, roses hadn’t been cultivated yet.
As if he can sense what I’m thinking, he explains in a calm tone.
MC: So that means, the stone-carved rose doesn’t exist either… Since you knew this all along, why did you go through such great pains to bring me here?
Victor: Compared to simply answering you whether the legend is true or false, bringing you here to see for yourself is more just.
Victor: In this boundless universe, there will always be a kind of beauty worthy of a certain dummy’s pure yearning.
Only at this moment do I realize that this voyage across time and space is precisely his answer.
MC: You… don’t you think it was quite naïve of me?
Victor: I do. But it’s also a precious trait of a certain dummy, and I think I can help you maintain it in moderation.
My heart suddenly turns into a mush. I settle my gaze on the edge of his lips before lifting my head and kissing him.
The aroma of wine and fragrance of flowers gradually fade away, and I find myself drenched only in his pleasant scent. Amidst our closely interwoven breaths, time seems to slow to a crawl, stretching ever so slowly.
It’s not until the familiar dryness lingers around the tip of my nose that I slowly open my eyes, slightly gasping for breath. What greets my eyes is the view of the endless sand dunes.
Apt to the occasion, my phone starts vibrating and powers up automatically. Only ten minutes have passed.
I feel as if I have just woken up from a dream. I gaze at Victor in a trance, and the rose-colored kiss mark on his lips enters my field of view, making me unable to help the smile spreading across my face.
MC: It appears I’ve already found the rose from the legend, one that will never wither.
In those eyes, brimming with unending tenderness, I see him lowering himself——
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Victor: Then, allow it to bloom for a little while longer.
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[Anika’s Analysis & Ramblings]
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