"No, a gift should be practical to have meaning. Li Qingshen likes drinking tea, so giving him a cup is very appropriate!"
Ling Momo looked at the message from Enson, thought about it, and felt it made sense. Then she remembered she indeed didn't know what to give Li Qingshen, so she nodded and replied, "Okay, a cup it is!"
At the other end of the phone, Li Qingshen saw that his goal had been achieved. His mood improved even more. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was already eleven and reminded Ling Momo, "It's getting late, you should rest."
Ling Momo, feeling somewhat reluctant, obediently replied, "Okay, you should rest early too."
"Good night."
Time remains unchanged through the ages.
Twelve months every year, four seasons.
Twenty-four hours a day, sixty minutes an hour, sixty seconds a minute.
For Ling Momo and Li Qingshen, it was the same after they returned to City X from the countryside.
