Unable to see Lu Mingyu's figure anymore, Pei Yiwu remained standing in place.
The faint scent in the air was reminiscent of the fallen lotus petals in a summer pond, causing ripples to spread across the surface and penetrate deep into her heart.
When Pei Yiwu returned to the room, Lu Yang was flipping through the book "On Warmth".
Curious, Pei Yiwu leaned closer and asked, "Where did you get this book?"
Lu Yang glanced at her and replied, "My brother gave it to me."
"Is your brother a treasure chest?" Pei Yiwu's pupils dilated slightly. "Did he conjure it out of thin air, like the ocean conjuring up treasures?"
"I don't know about that," Lu Yang said.
Pei Yiwu sat on the edge of the bed, supporting herself with her hands on either side, and lowered her head. From time to time, she glanced in Lu Yang's direction. After a brief silence, she casually spoke up:
