Lu Mingshu went back to her room, hugging the boots tightly.
"This hide is not bad, I'll keep it to make you a pair of shoes." That's what he once told her.
However, the hide had to be processed first, and it couldn't be done in a day. Time was tight back then, so she never got it.
She never expected that she would receive a pair of boots made out of hide five years later.
Was it Yan Wugui who gave the package to the servant girl? Other than him, there's no one else who would do this.
Lu Mingshu stared blankly at the boots, and there was a strange sensation in her heart.
Memories were always beautiful with time. Those short two weeks with him now seemed warm to Lu Mingshu.
If he knew I'm in Zhongzhou, why didn't he come to meet me? Is it that his identity cannot be known?
She felt something bulging out slightly from the boots on her fingertips. Lu Mingshu slowly took out a paper ball from the boots.