"... Why did you make this for me?" Pei Ye raised his hand and touched it, "I thought something was going on."
"I noticed that Young Hero Pei Ye has been in a bad mood for a while." Lu Yuque hugged her knees, "From the moment we met, it's been like this all along... I couldn't think of anything else to do, so I just made a flower crown."
Actually, along the way, she kept observing the young man she reunited with.
Since knowing him, she had never seen the young man in this state.
His bare feet had basically turned black, his face was white as a sheet, his hair was messy, and his clothes—there was no need to mention—were in such ragged condition, it was hard to tell which of the two was more presentable. She was covered in mud, and he looked thin and tattered, almost like a beggar, neither was laughing.
