It was very quiet in the yard, and the leaves danced silently in the wind.
"This day last year, by this door, your face blushed like peach blossoms…" Lu Fan quoted from a well-known poem.
Lu Fan watched the beautiful scene as he gently tapped on the wheelchair armrest, a half-smile on his face.
"Ahem, ahem..."
Lu Fan didn't even try to hide the sarcasm in his voice. Everyone looked extremely awkward and uncomfortable.
Mo Tianyu coughed weakly. "Put... put me down!" he said, sounding slightly irritated.
Jing Yue, carrying his flowering pear tree sword box, landed on the ground in the yard with a carefree smile on his face.
"If you wanted me to put you down, why didn't you say something earlier? How was I supposed to know you wanted me to put you down?" Jing Yue said.
