Du Yunluo took the winter plum, took a deep breath, and the fragrance of the flowers was rich.
She closed her eyes and inhaled the fragrance, completely intoxicated.
Mu Lianxiao stood beside her with his hands behind his back, looking down at her lively appearance.
With her delicate eyebrows, petite nose, and rosy lips, she was holding the flowers and smelling them, radiating satisfaction and joy.
His gaze was gentle, and he subtly turned his head to glance in the direction Du Yunluo had come from, a hint of weightiness flashed in his eyes.
Mu Lianxiao had just been breaking off winter plums in the garden, on the other side of the corridor, and he had heard Mei and Du Yunluo's conversation word for word.
He knew very well which year's past events they were referring to.
Du Yunluo had been forced to jump out of a window to escape; that was when he had first met her at Qinglian Temple.
