Xie Jue looked deeply at that bouquet of flowers. He stood on higher ground, Fang Chuning below him, holding a bouquet in her hands. The sunlight cast a soft glow on the seemingly ordinary bouquet, like the gentleness in a person's eyes.
"Why give it to me?"
"Flowers for a beauty, you deserve it." Fang Chuning didn't really know where the impulse came from, but it felt like she had to give this bouquet to Xie Jue.
Xie Jue chuckled lightly, reaching out to take it, as if accepting the fiery affection of young Fang Chuning. They had once climbed a mountain in Ningzhou, where Fang Chuning had picked a bouquet to give him. But back then, Xie Jue hadn't accepted Fang Chuning's gift, nor his passionate feelings.
Fang Chuning's amnesia seemed to make up for Xie Jue's past regrets, many of Fang Chuning's old regrets, Xie Jue had time to make up for. He was willing to hold onto him like this, and start over!
