"Of course it's for you, so don't be angry anymore,"
Gu Mingzhu took the bunch of wild chrysanthemums, bowing her head: "Thank you."
This was the first time Gu Mingzhu had received flowers from Gao Wenbin.
Though they were not roses, she felt they were much more precious.
It was as if a part of her heart had become a field, covered in a mountain of blooming wildflowers.
She was overjoyed.
The world seemed suddenly bright and clear.
She began to sing again, hopping and leaping with delight.
These words belonged to the private world between her and Gao Wenbin.
Gao Wenbin returned to Tan Zhen's side and whispered close to her ear, "This girl has never seen the world, so easy to fool."
Tan Zhen gave him a glare.
That night, the three of them lay on the grass pile in the courtyard, stargazing.
The countryside was different from the city.
The dazzling, vast river of stars moved slowly overhead.
So far away, yet they seemed so close at hand.
