Pei Yilan said seriously, "He rarely talked to me about himself before. Now that he opened himself up to me, isn't that progress?"
"How useless." Pei Zhen glanced at her and bragged, "Back then, I only took two months to win your grandmother's heart."
Pei Yilan leaned forward. "How?"
She did not have a deep impression of her grandmother, who had long passed away, nor had she heard anything about their romantic stories.
Seeing that her curiosity was written all over her face, Pei Zhen slowly said, "Other than delivering food and helping her out, every time I went to look for her, I always picked a few wild flowers by the roadside to make her happy."
"That's all?"
"Life was hard back then." Pei Zhi said, "Sending flowers was already considered a very romantic act."
Pei Yilan thought about it and agreed.
She looked at Pei Zhen again. "Did you confess to Grandma back then?"
