Days went by, and in the blink of an eye, it was high summer.
Xia Yuxun filled her home with lavender, night-blooming jasmine, and geraniums, among other plants known to repel mosquitoes and insects.
In the evening, after pruning the foliage in the yard, she casually wiped her sweat, and a streak of black immediately appeared on her fair arm.
Qin Mengying, who was tending to the potted plants, noticed and handed her a towel. "Don't smear your face like that. Leng Sichen hasn't made a move for several months. I think he really might have given up this time."
Xia Yuxun's face-wiping paused for a moment. "Mhm, I know. I started to slowly remove my makeup a month ago, a little each day. Changing back to my original appearance all at once would startle people."
Qin Mengying nodded, her gaze lingering on Xia Yuxun's moisture-matted hair sticking to her temples and the corners of her lips, feeling her heart throb even though she was a woman herself.
"Yuxun..."
