On the day he left, the sky was still splendidly bright.
Shen Hua watched his figure disappearing into the distance, her pinkie rubbing the exquisitely delicate jade at her waist, feeling somewhat melancholy and lost.
"You two seem quite close."
Shen Zhi stood aside, frowning tightly, a ludicrous thought flashing through his mind. Cui Yun was... especially good to Yangyang. That scene just now, it looked just like an exchange of tokens.
Now that he thought about it, he always felt like he missed something.
"Didn't you tell me to call him brother? Why does brother feel jealous now? Rest assured, even if he gave me thousands of jade pieces, they could not compare to you."
Shen Hua pouted: "Which kin does not give gifts when meeting the younger ones? It's not too late to receive mine now."
That indeed made some sense.
With one sentence, it dispelled Xie Xun's doubts.
He thought that a person like Cui Yun would not be a beast.
