"Yes, the paper you make is really beautiful, with petals inside. How did you manage that? I love every single one of them." Bai Xiao truly couldn't put down each notebook.
"Because we all share the surname Hua." The proprietress smiled shyly, looking at her husband.
Taking the flower as their surname, as the medium, and as the material for paper, they inscribed enduring affection.
"How creative." Bai Xiao picked several more notebooks for Ye Huang to hold.
Ye Huang asked the owner, "Can you ship them for us?"
They were too many and too heavy to fit into a suitcase.
"Yes. Where do you want to send them?"
"To Songcheng." Ye Huang wrote down the address and then paid.
The owner looked at the name "Ye Huang," lowered his eyes, and his hands trembled slightly on his knees.
"Mother Hua, you help them out, I'll go make a seal," said the owner before pushing his wheelchair to work on the stamps.
"Sure."