Su Yingxue knew that Chu Yihan would not easily accept her goodwill, but that doesn't mean she could spend her days moping about because of Chu Yihan.
Chu Chengye had invited her to view the flowers, and as she felt better, she went with him in a carriage to Mount Putuo.
The peach blossoms here were blooming perfectly.
As their carriage approached the foot of the mountain, they could see a swath of pink among the mountains, bright and splendid, like a layer of pink mist entwined in the mountain, compelling one to step forward and ascend to take a closer look.
Su Yingxue alighted from the carriage and said to Chu Chengye, "Let's walk up the mountain to view the flowers, it will allow us to see more along the way."
"Are you sure your wounds are alright? I have prepared a palanquin; it can carry you up the mountain so you don't have to walk up so laboriously," Chu Chengye said, his gaze filled with tenderness.
