Lu Di's eyes were gentle, his distinctly jointed hand holding a black wooden box engraved with a spider web pattern, and he extended it forward.
Wen Shu glanced at it, showing hesitation, but heard his steady voice explaining openly, "I was a bit presumptuous before, but that day..."
As if fearing she'd be embarrassed, Lu Di lowered his voice, a soothing smile appearing at the corner of his lips, "Wen Shu, it seems you misunderstood my intentions."
Meeting his slightly distant gaze, Wen Shu recalled the events during the migration.
He truly hadn't spoken directly, nor had he provoked her these past few days, and his relationship with Bai Qiao was progressing quickly.
Perhaps, having read novels, she jumped to conclusions?
Suppressing the doubts in her heart, Wen Shu raised her hand to take it, but before she could touch it, a slender, cold white hand from behind clasped the box first.
Mious's indifferent but polite response echoed slowly beside her, "Thank you."
