After the class ended, Lu yubai left with ye Xingxing. The two of them walked to a small path under the shade of the trees. Rays of light shone through the gaps between the trees and fell on them like gold.
At first, the two of them were silent. Ye Xingxing took the initiative to start a conversation. He looked at the medal on Lu yubai's shoulder and said,"this is beautiful."
"Is that so?" He was very surprised. In fact, he didn't care what kind of pattern the medal had. His goal was to surpass his father.
"Can I touch it?"
"Sure."
Ye Xingxing stepped forward, reached out his finger, and carefully touched his medal. Lu yubai looked down at her, his elegant eyes full of love.
Ye Xingchen met his gaze and smiled in embarrassment.
Lu yubai took out a bullet from his neck and asked jokingly,""Do you like this one?"
"Real bullets?" Ye Xingkong's eyes widened in shock.
"Yes." Lu yubai handed the bullet to ye Xingxing.