It was a pair of lovebirds embroidered by Xiu He. He still kept it with him even though more than forty years had passed.
"But you never once went to the well to visit her," Bai Wu felt strongly for her and blamed him.
"Nonsense! Dad prays beside the well every day. How can you say that he had never been there!" The mayor's son refuted once he heard what Bai Wu said. He could not find any other way to express his astonishment and complicated emotions.
Suddenly, Xu Lan opened his half-closed eyes and stared at the mayor with eyes like blazing fire. How can it be false when the person had such a sorrowful expression and answered the question without giving it much thought?
"Is there anything else that happened to the well? Regarding Xiu He," Xu Lan asked.
