Zhou Shuren clutched the brush tightly, feeling speechless about his own nervousness, "Did you see that hairpin? Do you like it?"
Zhulan expressed her thanks, "I really like it, thank you for bringing me a gift when you went out."
Zhou Shuren said, "....It's good that you like it. I thought you wouldn't wear the fine fabrics from our village, so I brought back jewelry instead. You said you liked antique-style hairpins, so I bought one."
Zhulan was surprised; she and Zhou Shuren chatted every evening, sometimes about modern topics, sometimes about preferences. Because they spoke so often, she didn't even realize what all she had mentioned, but she hadn't expected Zhou Shuren to remember. A smile touched her eyes, feeling cared for in this unfamiliar era was truly wonderful, "You are thoughtful."
