Qi Yuan rarely smiled or joked around, so his sly, secretive smile now was rare indeed.
Shu Wan paused for a moment, but didn't say anything—just smiled and shook her head.
"Look, I've made the swing here."
Qi Yuan pointed to a spot under the parasol tree, "then behind this spot, I'll plant fruit trees and various climbing plants. In the future, when you swing, I'll push you from behind. If you want fruit, I'll pick it for you."
Following where Qi Yuan was pointing, Shu Wan looked over to see a hole that had already been dug, with the saplings standing to one side, not yet planted.
It would probably take about a year for the trees to mature and bear fruit.
In a year's time, she might have already left, or perhaps she would still be here...
Thinking this, a layer of faint sadness welled up in Shu Wan's heart.
She looked at Qi Yuan, who was now bending down, comparing marks on the wood, considering where to make the next cut.
