Ren Chuqing followed Han Chuyuan's gaze and saw the Scent Pouch, offering an embarrassed smile before stepping forward to pick it up, "This... if you don't want it, I... I'll take it back first."
"Wasn't it meant for me?" Han Chuyuan asked, palm up, spreading his fingers.
Ren Chuqing paused for a moment before she seemed to realize, excitement tinting her actions as she placed the Scent Pouch in the center of his hand.
Han Chuyuan held the Scent Pouch, his eyelids drooping slightly.
Without expectations, there would be no disappointment.
Yet... he still wanted to have expectations of her, so would he... be disappointed again?
The three left the restaurant, and Wen Muqing drove Han Chuyuan back to the Han family's place first.
On the way, Ren Chuqing received another urgent call from the Han family. By the time they arrived at Han Chuyuan's residential complex, Han Pei and her daughter, Deng Tianxin, were already waiting at the entrance.
