She was counting them very seriously as she pulled them out.
Su Qing stood in the distance for a moment.
He realized she hadn't noticed him following her.
He walked over and came to a stop right in front of her.
He asked,
"What are you doing?"
Su Ye looked up, glanced at Su Qing, her voice soft and slow.
"Counting gold leaves."
As he spoke, he bent down, reached out, and pulled her to her feet.
Su Ye leaned into a corner of the rockery, silently hugging her Spatial Bag. She tucked it behind her back, as if determined not to let him see or find it.
Seeing her reaction, Su Qing took a step closer.
He lowered his head slightly, a smile tracing his crimson lips. His Adam's apple bobbed.
"Benefactor?"
Su Ye blinked, looking at him in confusion.
She was truly drunk—so drunk she didn't seem to remember him at all.
Su Qing watched her lean against the rockery, her body swaying. It looked as if she would lose her balance and fall against the stone at any moment.
