Following Mu Xiaojiu, Baili Xia occasionally glanced at his face.
Just a moment ago, she wanted to run away, but after he asked, "Where's the gift?" she was completely lost.
Gift... Oh no, she had been playing all day, how could she forget about the gift?
But in this backward village, without even a single supermarket, where could she go to get a gift for him?
"Can I... give it to you tomorrow?" she asked softly.
"No!" he refused firmly.
"I just remembered, I left it in that room, maybe... maybe tomorrow..."
"I'll accompany you to get it now, then we'll go up the mountain."
"..." In the end, she murmured dejectedly, "I, I remembered again, it's... it's on me, I'll give it to you at midnight."
"Good girl."
...
The mountain top was vast, a large stretch of Snowfield Rosy Clouds blossoming bright under the moonlight.
In this season, flowers that can still bloom vibrantly are few in the world.
