His gaze made her heart pound. She had never imagined that such aloof, cold eyes could hold such a scorching, searing heat.
Liang Wan felt as if she had been burned. She quickly averted her eyes and lowered her head, silent for a long moment, unsure how to respond.
It wasn't until she heard footsteps that Liang Wan looked up. Lu Xiu was gone.
The afternoon sun was lazy. Liang Wan looked toward the window. A patch of light fell on the floor, so bright it made her squint.
At the Caiqing Banquet, she had slipped away from the crowd, secretly climbed a peach tree to snap off a flowering branch, and then missed a step. She had fallen hard, and peach blossoms had rained down all over her head.
She had been so dazed from the fall that she couldn't get up for the longest time. Suddenly, a boy of school age, as exquisitely carved as jade, was looking down at her.
"You're Wanwan?"
