Wen Shu paused, picking up the flower branch that looked like a rose.
After a night of wind and rain, several petals of the plump and bright red flower had fallen.
Who placed it here?
A figure flashed through Wen Shu's mind, but before she could think deeply, hurried footsteps sounded behind her.
"Ashu!"
A cold male palm gripped her shoulder.
Following the force, she turned around and her eyes met a pair of haunted deep green eyes. Holding onto Mious' hand, she asked puzzledly, "What's wrong?"
The other party looked flustered and did not respond to her.
"Ashu…"
Mious slowed his breathing, cupping her face, his gaze tracing over her eyebrows and eyes, and then looking into her clear eyes.
Only after confirming it was her did the tightness in his lips relax a bit. He hugged her tightly, whispering, "Nothing… just missed you a lot."
Wen Shu's heart quivered, she gently caressed his nape, feeling an involuntary sense of worry, and frowned, "What exactly did they show you?"
