The girl suddenly lifted her head and saw the smile on Rong Xingyu's face.
She clenched the letter in her hands and nodded firmly.
Rong Xingyu walked with her down to the garden.
He stood beneath a hibiscus tree in full bloom.
A gentle breeze swept past, blowing away the stifling heat of the summer afternoon and carrying the sweet fragrance of the hibiscus flowers.
Rong Xingyu lowered his head slightly while looking at the girl in front of him who is still a little flustered and ready to listen to what she wanted to say.
Her eyes were still red.
She knew Rong Xingyu already understood why she had come to see him today.
Because earlier so many people had been watching her in that embarrassing moment, he had chosen to bring her to the empty garden.
Here, even if he rejected her at the end, she could leave with dignity.
"Why… why can there be such a gentle boy?"
The girl sniffled and in her heart, tears flowed like long, thin noodles.
