The man stood solemnly amid the dusty, noisy world, a cold wind blowing around him.
He did not possess the affection of Shen Zhi, nor the hidden resilience of Shen Qu. His expression when offering the lantern was as natural as could be.
Shen Hua's gaze briefly wandered over the cat lantern, recognizing its exquisite charm, but she still preferred the rabbit style more.
The little girl was somewhat troubled.
She even rarefied exerted the effort to ponder whether rejecting Cui Yun was an unwise disregard for kindness.
She came to a conclusion.
No, it was not.
After all, she had always only looked after herself, never a girl to care about others' feelings.
"I don't..."
Before she could finish, Cui Yun had already paid the Silver, smooth as flowing water.
The man's side profile was refined, his eyes slightly glancing her way.
"Rong likes the one you're holding. Can only hope Miss Shen would be willing to part with it."
Shen Hua was taken aback.
"Why should I?"
