Chapter 1203 If you are pleased with me, then breathe 57
At the foot of Taihang Temple, the two disembarked from the carriage one after the other.
Song Jinhuan could clearly feel the gaze falling on her from behind.
She turned around, her almond-shaped eyes meeting his gaze steadily.
The man in the blue robe hesitated for a moment before stepping forward to stand beside the girl.
We must not let Miss Lin feel sad.
He remembered that she would be unhappy if he deliberately kept his distance.
Song Jinhuan raised an eyebrow, smiled, and handed over the basket in her hand.
Xuanhe's heart pounded like a drum, his expression tense, and he quickly took it.
Oh no! This is her basket!
The other party had not given it to him last time.
Now, he probably holds a place in her heart.
The basket was small, covered with a long cloth embroidered with sunflowers; one could easily guess that it contained incense and scriptures.
You must guard the basket carefully; you can't let it fall.
The man's aura unconsciously radiated outwards, growing stronger and stronger.
Song Jinhuan couldn't help but look up and saw that his brows were tightly furrowed and his expression was solemn, as if he had something important to do but hadn't finished.
She had to stop.
Xuanhe, who was about to lift his foot, immediately withdrew it, his eyes lowered in confusion.
Song Jinhuan said considerately, "If Elder Xuan has important matters to attend to, then please go ahead and do your work."
Xuanhe was taken aback, then replied calmly, "Today is a day off."
Song Jinhuan asked, puzzled, "Then why do you look so preoccupied?"
Xuanhe unconsciously tightened his grip on the handle and asked cautiously, "Is there?"
Song Jinhuan looked at him and nodded seriously, "Yes."
"It's been many days since I last saw Miss Lin. I don't know how to get along with you."
"I don't have anything urgent to do, I'm just quite nervous."
"I hope Miss Lin will not misunderstand, and please don't be upset."
Xuanhe confessed nervously, adding at the end, "Miss Lin, please don't laugh at me."
The tall man seemed to have done something wrong, blurting out one sentence after another.
Song Jinhuan couldn't help but chuckle and patted his shoulder, "Relax, Lord Xuan~"
Xuanhe tensed up, and his seemingly ordinary "Lord Xuan" caused a crimson color to spread rapidly from his ears to his entire face.
The girl stared blankly at the scene, marveling inwardly.
Xuanhe seems to be easily embarrassed.
"Go...go up," he stammered, trying to remind him.
He knew he shouldn't get too close to Miss Lin.
Now that his embarrassing moment has been exposed, I wonder if it will displease Ms. Lin.
Xuanhe sighed inwardly, feeling extremely anxious and uncertain.
This time, they did not separate while offering incense; Xuanhe stayed by Song Jinhuan's side the whole time.
They walked around the temple and finally stopped under the marriage tree.
The top was covered with slips of paper, which floated in the air with the wind.
"Is there a fortune slip from Lord Xuan on the marriage tree?"
Of course there are.
He even relied on his martial arts skills to tie the slips of paper to the highest branch.
Just to be closer to the sky.
"have."
A faint smile crept into Xuanhe's eyes, his mood exceptionally pleasant. "It's an extremely auspicious sign."
Song Jinhuan tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, "Lord Xuan, do I look good in this outfit?"
Xuanhe nodded reservedly, "Of course it looks good."
Actually, it's incredibly beautiful.
He worried that saying it directly would be too presumptuous and abrupt with the beautiful woman.
Song Jinhuan lowered her eyes, a blush rising on her bright face, and said softly, "I received Lord Xuan's invitation yesterday, and I spent a long time choosing before finally selecting it."
"Where is the master?"
Xuanhe's mind went blank for a moment, and he said dryly, "That day I was wearing a blue robe, and Miss Lin glanced at me a few more times."
He wasn't dressed casually either.
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