The capital welcomes the summer.
Under the blazing sun, Bai Zhi'er lies in the pavilion, enjoying the cool breeze brought by the ice fan nearby.
She absent-mindedly looks ahead, immersed in her own world.
"Hey, Zhi'er sister, did you hear what I said?" Fang Youzhen stretches out her hand, waving in front of Bai Zhi'er's eyes.
Bai Zhi'er snaps back to reality: "Huh? What?"
Fang Youzhen smiles helplessly: "I knew you weren't listening carefully. You've been daydreaming several times since we met just now."
"Why don't you tell me, is there something on your mind? Is there anything I can help you with?"
Bai Zhi'er shakes her head: "No..."
Of course, she is thinking about Feng Fuce's proposal for marriage and what her feelings are.
Even Bai Zhi'er herself is a little surprised.
After Feng Fuce spoke of it, she didn't feel repulsed; rather, deep down, she even felt a bit happy.
Occasionally, when alone, she would fantasize about their days after getting married.
