"Is it another leaf?"
Lu Changchuan laughed, reaching out to hold Ye Wan's hand without looking away from the scene before them.
Ever since leaving the Imperial City and arriving in Xi City, Lu Changchuan felt that his Wanwan had changed.
One moment she gave him a foxtail grass, saying it was her favorite flower, and she was giving it to him.
Another moment she picked a wild fruit forgotten by birds from the tree, claiming it was her profound love for him.
The love was too intense, sour enough for him to apologize to lemons in his heart: "I misunderstood you all these years!"
Star-shaped stones.
Five-petaled lucky clover.
...
Throughout the journey, Lu Changchuan lost count of how many gifts he had received.
Ye Wan gave them tirelessly.
Lu Changchuan accepted them contentedly.
Upon hearing she had another gift for him, Lu Changchuan's face already blossomed with smiles before he even received it.
When Ye Wan moved her hand away, Lu Changchuan swiftly captured it.
