"Do you like it?"
Shang Hexing's voice came from behind her, very close. Wen Zhi turned around to show him the dress.
Shang Hexing said, "You've worn it before, but I didn't know if you'd still like it now."
Wen Zhi nodded, "I still like it."
He bent his lips into a smile.
After a long journey, dusty and covered in dirt, Wen Zhi couldn't wait to take a bath and change her clothes.
She was afraid to speak up, worrying that she would be a nuisance, but she hadn't expected that Shang Hexing had already arranged everything for her, without a word.
She happily took the dress with her to the washroom. Just as she reached the doorway, she heard Shang Hexing call her name:
"Wen Zhi."
Turning at the sound of his voice, her face beamed with a radiant smile, "Hmm?"
Shang Hexing asked, "Did Meng Fan get carsick coming to Licheng this time?"
