Su Yingxue curved her lips, "If he discarded it, then just keep giving!"
Wandering through the peach blossom grove in the mountain hollow, Su Yingxue roamed as Chu Yihan quietly admired the flowers. She too, quietly admired them. Whenever Chu Yihan picked a flower branch, she picked one even more beautiful than the one in his hand.
When Chu Yihan left, Su Yingxue was still immersed in the beautiful scenery, unaware of his departure.
Chu Yihan handed the flower branch to Mo Qi and quickly left.
Mo Qi, upon reaching the stables at the foot of the mountain with Chu Yihan, exclaimed in surprise, "Miss Su didn't pester us today; the peach blossoms of Mount Putuo really are beautiful, granting us some peace and quiet."
Chu Yihan's face was cold and he did not speak. Su Yingxue had seen him leave, she simply chose not to cling to him as she usually did.
