After a period of not seeing each other, the Dream Flower Seed had grown a lot, almost reaching maturity.
Maybe with just a slight stimulus, it would bloom, comprehension +1.
Thinking of this, looking at Cheng Qiuyu's exquisite and cold face, Tang Song's heartbeat quickened significantly.
He couldn't help but step over to her.
The distance between them instantly closed to where they could hear each other's breath.
Sunlight poured through the window glass, lengthening and entwining their shadows, adding an air of ambiguity.
Cheng Qiuyu's chest began to rise and fall intensely, and her cheeks flushed a shade of unnatural red, like rouge spreading in snow.
"Qiuqiu," Tang Song softly called her name.
"Here!" Cheng Qiuyu almost reflexively obediently raised her head.
Their eyes met in the air.
She quickly averted her gaze, her heart began pounding wildly.
"Is your condition getting better lately?"
