Song Jia's brows shot up.
She rubbed her chin, pondering.
'Hmm.. Then if I'll cultivate there–I might have double the result.'
"Alright..Thanks for taking me here, Xun." She smiled.
Sun Xun didn't think it should be kept a secret between them. If they had to count each other's secrets, she already revealed more to him. Secrets that not anyone could understand.
"Then just call me–" He said.
"Mn.. Thanks again. I'll be fine.." She stared at the river that separated her and the golden tree. "I'll just see you later.."
Sun Xun wanted to stay with her but seeing as Song Jia was urging him to leave, he could only go back to the house.
When he arrived, he suddenly remembered something. 'Ah.. I forgot to tell her.. Never mind, she'll realize it herself.'
Back at the riverbank, Song Jia stood.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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