The shrubbery and flowers are arranged according to the season by hand. Now, camellias in full bloom are placed along the roadside.
On the riverbank, a gentle breeze blows as Lu Yunshen and Lu Xiaoyou switch places. He walks on the side closer to the riverbank, shielding Lu Xiaoyou from the wind.
"Cold?" Lu Yunshen asks her.
Lu Xiaoyou nods, and Lu Yunshen tucks his hands in his pockets. "You can put your hand in my pocket."
Lu Xiaoyou grins, "Are you planning to hold my hand once it's in your pocket?"
Her guessing his little plan catches Lu Yunshen off guard, and he turns his head, showing the back of his head to Lu Xiaoyou. His reddened ears reveal his current emotions.
"Go ahead," he invites, yet Lu Xiaoyou remains still.
"Put your hand in; I won't touch it."
Lu Xiaoyou ignores him, kicking a pebble on the roadside and watching it fall into the riverbank.
Seeing she doesn't want to warm her hand in his pocket, Lu Yunshen withdraws his hand from the pocket.
