"Of course I remember, the ninth of this month, right?"
Lu Xian looked at her, his eyes gentle: "Do you want to go?"
Ruan Jiaojiao nodded, smiling, "I do want to go."
"Then I'll pick you up in the afternoon on the ninth."
Ruan Jiaojiao responded, and when she reached the door, she took the basket from his hands and waved, "Brother Xian, you should head back now. It's better to eat the wormwood cakes while they're hot."
"Okay." Watching Ruan Jiaojiao's cheerful little figure bouncing away, Lu Xian's gaze softened even more.
Not far away, Zhao Li and Lu Zishu were coming over with two bags. Ruan Jiaojiao had already gone inside, leaving Lu Xian standing outside watching. Lu Zishu walked over, stretched his neck to look in the same direction, but saw nothing, and asked him confusedly, "Brother, what are you looking at?"
Lu Xian withdrew his gaze, glanced at him lightly, and walked over to take the bags from Zhao Li's hands, heading towards their house.
