"No." Wang Xueya was taken aback, seemingly just coming to a realization, as she laughed heartily and pointed to the vegetable patch, "I mean this. Since the day I claimed it from Moonlight, these vegetables have become my responsibility..."
Zheng Xiyuan frowned, watching her intently.
A cool breeze blew over from the fields.
It was hardly the season to linger in the fields.
Yet, standing there, Zheng Xiyuan felt an unprecedented peace within his body and soul—the vegetable garden was nature, and it was comfort.
He kept looking at her, and Wang Xueya grew restless under his gaze, glaring at him, "Why do you keep staring at me?"
The cold turned the tip of her nose red, making her look somewhat cute and also inexplicably comical.
Zheng Xiyuan couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm watching you on behalf of your vegetables, as if you're not going to eat them."
"Who says I'm going to eat them?"
"Aren't you going to eat them?"
"No."
