A picnic

Fei Chuan ignored her and kept walking.

"Hey, when did I start smelling like lavender to you?"

"...It's not you who smells that way. It's your shampoo," Fei Chuan replied in annoyance.

"But my shampoo isn't lavender flavored."

Fei Chuan paused for a moment, then resumed walking.

As if he believed that.

Whenever she was with him and stood close, he always smelled that scent from her. That's why even if he closed his eyes, as long as he remembered that scent, he would be reminded of her.

Bei Sangyun tried to tease him more, but Fei Chuan had recovered his composure and ignored her.

"So, why did you ask to meet me here? What did you want to tell me?" Bei Sangyun asked suddenly.

Fei Chuan finally stopped in his tracks. He looked back at her.

Right. Why did he bring her here?

He remembered his reason and his ears started to turn red. He had to say it, but the words wouldn't come out easily.