"What's the matter?"
Bai Xianyu grabbed his sleeve tightly. Her slender white fingers formed a strong visual contrast with the black robe. Under the dim moonlight, there was an indescribable ambiguity.
"There are so many mud pits…"
Before she could finish speaking, Xie Xingyun bent down and picked her up. His voice was calm, but there was a faint doting look in his eyes. "… fragile."
Bai Xianyu pretended not to hear and looked away.
When they arrived, Xie Xingyun put Bai Xianyu down. When she came down, she kept a distance from the man.
The young man looked at her position, then half-squatted down and took out a sulphur match and the river lamps he had bought from the street.
"Come here."
Bai Xianyu leaned closer and lifted her dress to squat down. She took the lotus-shaped river lamp Xie Xingyun handed her and asked in confusion, "Why do you suddenly want to make a wish?"
