Ye Wan's face remained flushed with heat until she got home.
Little Bun, who had been wobbling his head while reciting ancient poems, dropped his cards and ran over, "Ye Xiaowan, do you have a fever?"
His clear eyes brimmed with concern as the little guy tiptoed to feel her forehead.
Ye Wan picked him up, "It's nothing, I might have... run too fast, got a bit hot."
"Oh."
Convinced, Little Bun looked up at Ye Wan with sparkling eyes, "Ye Xiaowan, I've memorized all the ancient poem cards you gave me. Do you want to quiz me?"
"That's amazing!"
Ye Wan exclaimed, pinching his nose, then grabbed the thick stack of cards to test him.
The serene moonlight cast a gentle glow, and a breeze carrying the scent of grass and trees wafted in, making the child's voice sound even more pleasant in the night.
At the bottom of the steps outside the apartment building, Lu Changchuan stood for a long while before reluctantly turning away.
