"What is it?"
Meng Xi'er hesitated for a while, then slowly walked over and stood in front of him.
Lu Yebai lifted his chin and said to her, "Let's talk outside."
Nightfall cast its shadow, and the osmanthus flowers in the garden bloomed, exhaling subtle fragrances in the shadows of the night.
Meng Xi'er trailed behind Lu Yebai, her shoes trampled on the fluffy grass, the rustling of the dry leaves audible in the quietness.
The moon was bright, Lu Yebai turned around, the bright moonlight leaving a silhouette on his handsome face, his facial features picturesque.
"What do you want to say to me?"
She hesitated, and asked softly.
"The matter I spoke with you about yesterday, have you thought it through?"
Yesterday?
Meng Xi'er slightly froze, she looked at him a bit puzzled.
Lu Yebai's voice was composed, as though thoroughly thought through, "I've thought about it, I genuinely like you a lot. As long as you agree to be with me, I can satisfy any of your desires."