The bouquet of wildflowers, chaotic yet full of spring's vibrant colors, was casually placed on the small table by the door.
The door upstairs was tightly closed.
And if you stood on the high ground behind the hill, your gaze could pierce through clusters of trees, then through the softly fluttering white gauze by the window, you could vaguely see the lovers' lips and teeth intertwined.
Until Lun Chuan slightly tilted his head, reached out to touch Song Tan's hair, gently yet firmly bringing her cheek closer to his chest.
She heard the sound of a frantic heartbeat in her ear, Lun Chuan's voice was hoarse:
"I still have a gift for you."
Song Tan raised her head, and casually reached into his pocket, then pulled out a pendant: "Is it this?"
It was a cute and exquisite jade pendant, skillfully carved into a plump peach, the reddest part being the sharp point of the peach, the greenest being the leaf at the top.
