She must have caught a chill from staying up late doing embroidery, but thinking about how much effort Xi Fuhong put into making that handkerchief for her, she couldn’t bring herself to blame her.
All she could do was sigh at how silly the girl was—so silly it made her both love her and ache for her.
Xue Baihua carefully took the embroidered handkerchief, leaned in, and kissed Xi Fuhong on the forehead.
“Hua’er, you should head up now, right? Let me walk you out of the valley?” Xi Fuhong, barefoot, was about to get out of bed, but...
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