Stars are sparsely scattered. The night is tranquil.
Shen Hua tilts her head but no longer brings up the embroidery. She presses one hand on the desk: "Do you still remember the little garment you took from the inn? I originally thought you threw it away, considering how long it's been, but unexpectedly, it's still treasured in the wardrobe."
"Indeed, the depths of your affection."
A playful look crosses her eyes, recklessly coquettish, each word a challenge to Cui Yun's self-control: "That little garment is too small now, unable to be worn long ago. Cousin, do you want to exchange it for another one?"
Cui Yun's eyes, dark and solemn, stare straight at her. His heart's rhythm pulses over and over again. Indescribable emotions overflow.
Seeing Shen Hua's expression growing more and more smug, he suddenly speaks out.
"That's fine."
Shen Hua: ?
How can he respond so shamelessly when she makes such a suggestion?
