Wen Mian held the garland made of unknown flowers in her hand. She threw the garland up, caught it, threw it up again, and caught it again. One by one, little bits of light flowed from the golden flowers.
Between the fluctuations of the Yingying light spots, the air becomes gentle.
She couldn't help but look at Ling Yu, and then curled her lips involuntarily. She knew that he still had the same look of being distant from others.
Somehow, she suddenly had a bad intention and just wanted to see if her paralyzed face would change. So when he was not prepared, he stood on tiptoes and raised his hands to place the wreath on his head.
Ling Yu frowned and raised her hand to take off the wreath, but she refused and firmly held his hand holding the wreath.
"No, no! I heard that this is the rule of the Qiqiao Festival here. If you get a garland from a girl, you cannot take it off. Otherwise, well, otherwise this person will never be able to marry a wife." Wen Mian was making nonsense. She just didn't want him to take off the garland.
He knew she was talking nonsense, but he paused and did not pick the wreath.
Only then did she realize that her hand was covering his. He hurriedly withdrew his hand, "Well... I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to, I just didn't want you to take off the garland... Well, I really didn't mean to touch your hand, and of course I didn't mean to touch your hand, but I didn't mean to dislike your hand... Oops!"
The more I explain, the more confusing it becomes.
He felt that the noise made her have a headache, but it was also inexplicably cute, and he covered her eyes with one hand.
"Hey, I know I'm noisy, but why are you covering my eyes..."
The remaining unfinished words stayed between Ling Yu's lips and teeth.
Intention: Qingqingzijin, long in my heart.