"Here you go."
After hitting twice with the bamboo pole, the jujubes fell to the ground with a rustle, and Qingqing felt satisfied. She returned the bamboo pole to Su Yi Jing with a relaxed smile.
Su Yi Jing didn't take it, "Keep hitting."
He had never seen her so relaxed before, and he hoped to continue seeing her smile like this.
Even though she had lost her memory, Qingqing had a feeling that this unruly act of hitting jujubes wasn't something she should do. Besides, she was already satisfied after hitting twice, so she shook her head and didn't continue.
Su Yi Jing didn't insist. Instead, he took the bamboo pole, climbed the tree again, and hit several more times.
Every place he hit, the jujubes never landed on Qingqing's head.
When he had hit enough, Su Yi Jing came down from the tree and joined Qingqing in picking up the jujubes on the ground. He picked one up, casually wiped it on his clothes, and then put it in his mouth.
The jujube was crispy and sweet.
