Mu Chengzhu also came to give Yun Shifei a gift—an energetic, hopping rabbit.
Yun Shifei looked at the adorable, fluffy rabbit, wanting to touch it but also finding it strange.
Mu Chengzhu noticed her odd expression and awkwardly cleared his throat. "I couldn't think of what to give you for a moment. Do you like this rabbit?"
The tiny rabbit was housed in a cage.
Mu Chengzhu even thoughtfully brought alfalfa, carrots, and other food.
Yun Shifei: "..."
"I don't like raising rabbits." Though the rabbit in the cage looked cute and lovely, she still didn't want it, especially since it was Mu Chengzhu's gift.
"You don't like it?" Mu Chengzhu looked puzzled. "But you said before that you liked rabbits."
Yun Shifei looked at the boy earnestly questioning her. As years passed, Mu Chengzhu had matured somewhat. His youthful face became more defined, his gaze darker and deeper.
When he stared at people, it was intense. But Yun Shifei had developed an immunity to him.
