"Cherry…Blossom?" Zixin slowly whispered the name, his gaze seeming faraway.
"Yes."
"I see. Pen name as in…"
"A writer. She is a writer and so am I. Her pen name is CherryBlossom," she smiled, remembering the good memories between them once upon a time. "The petal blossom in your hand reminded me of her."
Zixin lowered his gaze. He had lightly held onto the petal between his thumb and index finger. Guiying's face flashed in his mind for a moment.
Liu Hai commented. "The same author who was in the Summit and competed with you, right?" He then proudly said, "The Summit which my future granddaughter-in-law won."
"Yes. The same author."
Zixin seemed to be in a trance. Serena held his shoulder and asked, "Zixin? What are you thinking?"
Covering the cherry blossom in his palm, he said, "Nothing."
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