Huo Jincheng completely understood, because only with feelings does one truly cherish.
And she was willing to give it to Chen Shiyue, not because she wanted to please Grandma Chen.
But because she understood that calligraphy and painting are only alive, only have a soul, in the hands of those who understand them.
"Hmm." Lu Xingzhi listened to Huo Jincheng's words, smiled softly, and leaned her head on his shoulder.
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She had arranged the time with Chen Shiyue, which was at her home.
Xiao Zulinqing accompanied her there.
On the way, Xiao Zulinqing noticed that Lu Xingzhi wasn't carrying the bag of clothes and asked, "Little Zhi Liao, aren't you going to give the qipao to Teacher Chen? Did you forget to bring the gift?"
Already on the road, Xiao Zulinqing was a bit anxious; it doesn't look right to not bring a gift.
If they went back to get it, they might end up being late.
Later, the road would definitely be congested.
