The blooming flowers in the forest withered away, lingering in their midst, unable to catch sight of your face.

The peach blossoms have reached their most splendid moment, marking the final display of pink beauty this year. Meng Yu returned, standing still beneath the peach tree, allowing the petals to fall onto his head.

"What are you doing, little beauty?" Seymour Shashi instantly ruined the atmosphere.

"Stand up, can't you tell?" Meng Yuegui glanced at him disdainfully.

"Um, didn't you say your friend was coming to look for you?"

"Um, I'll wait here for him."

"Yu Gui..." Wen Renxuan called out the young man's name as he pulled his luggage.

Meng Yuegui turned around as the petals gently floated down from her head. A faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, accompanied by a fragile detachment that Wen Renxuan hadn't seen in a long time. Wen Renxuan felt his heart skip a beat as a sense of unease washed over him.

"Yu Gui, are you alright?" Wen Renxuan's voice trembled, feeling a sense of emptiness within himself.

"I'm fine," Meng Yuegui said with a wide smile, but the movement caused pain in the injury on his lips, making him furrow his brows slightly.

"Hey? Is he the one you've been waiting for?" Seymour Sash broke the tense atmosphere with a disruptive comment.

"Who is this?" Wen Renxuan's face showed a trace of confusion as he asked in a hushed voice.

"The encounter on the way home," Meng said, rolling her eyes helplessly.

Wen Renxuan sized up Seymour Sarge. His brown disheveled hair was casually tousled with hair gel, and his eyes were surprisingly golden. He had a prominent nose and a sharply defined face. With a broad back and long legs, he possessed the classic appearance of a Western European.

"Hello, I'm Wenren Xuan," Wenren Xuan said with a smile, extending his hand. Seymour Sawyer lifted the corners of his mouth and didn't shake his hand. Instead, he pulled Wenren Xuan's arm and kissed his cheek.

Wen Renxuan was stunned, and Meng Yuegui also couldn't react for a moment.

"Sala." Meng Yu Gui spoke up.

"I am called Sasi."

"Um... Well, Qisi. Aren't you also about to go play by yourself?"

"My little beauty, how can you be so heartless?" Seymour Sarge squeezed out two crocodile tears.

"These past two days, I've been pretending alongside you, so I assume you came to find me because of Tang Muyan, right?"

"Um... um? How do you know?"

"I only know one person who has foreign blood and is also unreliable. Besides, I saw a photo of you in his phone."

"So, you knew from the beginning, right?" Seymour Sachs put away his playful expression, his eyes cold.

"I never said I didn't know," Meng Yuegui sighed, "I don't know why you are looking for me, and I don't want to know either. Goodbye."

Meng Yegui said and then pulled Tang Muyan to run. Ximo Shasi watched their backs and revealed a playful smile, muttering to himself, "Such a prominent figure, I must snatch him away, Tang Muyan."

'……'

On the other side, Meng Yuguai stopped in front of a restaurant. Wen Renxuan raised his head and saw five golden characters on the plaque - "Li Ji Soup Dumplings".

Wen Renxuan suddenly felt happy. When he learned that his little brother was still the foodie he knew, he felt relieved.

The two of them entered the shop and ordered two servings of soup dumplings. Before the food even arrived, Meng Yuegui saw a familiar figure drifting past the window. Meng Yuegui was taken aback and instinctively chased after them. They chased all the way to the stairs of the Purple Wisteria Building, where the person finally stopped.

"Tang Muyan?" Meng Ruiguan asked as the words escaped his lips, and the person in front of him turned around. Purple wisterias covered this area, dividing it from the outside world as if separating two different realms. Even the wind seemed to take notice, as Tang Muyan's deep emerald eyes appeared profound.

"You said you were waiting for me, didn't you? Then why are you still following me?"

"Darling, this is something you chased after yourself. All I did was wait here for you."

"This is too cunning."

"Darling, I thought this was a form of compliment," Tang Muyan said as he reached out his hand. "Do you want to come up?"

Meng Yuegui grabbed Tang Muyan's hand, letting him lead her to higher ground. At this moment, Wen Renxuan caught up, but could only watch helplessly as Meng Yuegui was pulled away by someone else. Wen Renxuan stood still, sighing in resignation.

Sighing won't win over a beautiful woman." Seymour Sassi suddenly interjected.

Wenren Xuan furrowed his brows and said seriously, "Yuegui is not a beauty, he is..."

"Is he the person you like?" Seymour Shasi interrupted Wenren Xuan's words. "You don't have a chance anymore."

"Why do you have the audacity to say such a thing?" Wen Renxuan furrowed his brows.

"Because I am also pursuing him, you don't stand a chance."

"Huh?" Wenren Xuan guessed the beginning correctly but failed to guess the ending, leaving him unsure of how to react for a moment.

"I will definitely succeed."

"Who gave you the courage?"

"Liang Jingru."

"Ha! So you even know Liang Jingru."

......

On one side, Wen Renxuan was entangled by Seymour Sash, while on the other side, Tang Muyan and Meng Yuegui had already reached the top floor of the staircase.

Sweet Milk, I really like you." Tang Muyan pulled out a large bouquet of roses from somewhere, and in the middle of the flowers, there were sugar figurines shaped like the two of them.

Meng Yuan said as she turned away without admitting defeat. With a sharp tone, she said, "Do you think I'm a naive little girl? I can't be easily fooled like that."

Tang Muyan raised an eyebrow and shook the red rose in his hand. What happened next shocked Meng Yuigui. The bouquet in front of him suddenly transformed into white roses.

Meng Yuguai had a bewildered expression on his face as he curiously walked up to inspect the bouquet.

"You used magic?" Meng Ruigui's face was filled with confusion, which Tang Muyan found extremely adorable.

"Magic spells are not to be used recklessly."

"Um, what is that?"

"It's just a simple magic trick, silly." Tang Muyan gently pinched Meng Yuigui's nose, his face full of doting affection. After pinching, he felt it wasn't enough, so he also ruffled his short hair.

Meng Yuanguai avoided him and looked down without looking at him.

"Darling, can you forgive me?"

"I didn't blame you for anything, but... how do you think we should handle the matter of you following me?"

"Uh..."

"Let's see how you perform next."

......