Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

A week passed quickly.

On Fu Xuan's birthday, Lu Ze arrived at the entrance of the Taibu Si more than an hour early.

He changed his clothes today and took out the plain white robe that he had kept at the bottom of his storage bag.

This robe was a gift from his cheap master when he became an apprentice in the cultivation world. It was made of expensive celestial silk, which was light and soft, and had a faint matte sheen in the twilight.

The cuffs and collar were embroidered with exquisite flowing cloud patterns in gold thread, understated yet exuding nobility. He never usually wore this outfit, finding it too ostentatious, but today was different.

More than an hour has passed since I finished get off work.

One after another, diviners and clerks emerged from the gate of the Imperial Divination Office. Occasionally, someone would recognize him as the librarian administrator from outside the capital and cast curious glances at him.

Lu Ze didn't mind. He leaned against the stone lion, crossed his arms, and quietly watched the twilight gradually set behind the eaves.

As the sky gradually transitioned from orange-red to deep blue, lanterns lit up one after another at the entrance of Changle Street, forming two warm yellow ribbons of light in the twilight.

He knew that with Fu Xuan's serious to the point of being obsessive, he would never leave work early until he had finished his tasks for the day, so he didn't go in to urge him, as that would be a little inconsiderate.

Lu Ze waited quietly.

About half an hour later, Lu Ze finally saw that familiar figure hurrying out of the gate of the Taipusi Temple.

Fu Xuan was still wearing the same purple and white dress today, but her hair seemed to have been restyled. Her flying bun was more elaborate than usual, and the golden hairpin at the back of her head had been replaced with a new style with tassels, swaying gently with her steps.

As soon as she stepped outside, she saw Lu Ze waiting for her at the door. Her golden eyes lit up for a moment, and then a warm and apologetic expression appeared on her face.

"Are you getting impatient?"

Fu Xuan walked quickly to Lu Ze, his voice filled with guilt.

It's been more than two hours since she got off work. Based on her understanding of Lu Ze, he must have come over as soon as he got off work, so she must have been waiting for at least three hours.

"No, waiting for you will never feel too long," Lu Ze said with a smile, handing a bunch of white orchids to Fu Xuan.

The petals were still covered with fine water droplets, indicating that they had been bought recently, and their delicate fragrance gently spread in the evening breeze.

Fu Xuan took the bouquet, looked down at the snow-white petals, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Hmph, I've noticed you've become increasingly glib lately, even sending flowers now. Did you used to trick young girls all the time?"

There was no jealousy in her tone; the last syllable rose slightly, clearly indicating she was being coquettish.

After saying that, she buried her face in the flowers and took a deep breath of the magnolia's delicate fragrance.

She recognized the flower—the Magnolia yunnanensis, whose flower language is: pure and unique, going together through the sea of ​​clouds, and watching the Milky Way with you.

She already had a vague idea of ​​what Lu Ze would do next, and her heart was beating even faster.

"I've only ever given flowers to one person, and that's you." Lu Ze looked into her eyes, his voice low but exceptionally earnest.

Fu Xuan's cheeks flushed red.

She held up the bouquet of magnolias to cover half of her face, revealing only a pair of golden eyes that shimmered with gentle waves.

The lantern light at the corner of Changle Street reflected on her profile, turning the faint glimmer of water in the corner of her eyes into a warm gold.

She didn't speak, but just stared intently at Lu Ze with her eyes, the tenderness in her gaze almost overflowing.

"Let's go eat first, I've already made a reservation." Lu Ze held out his hand to her, palm up, fingers slightly spread.

Fu Xuan held the flowers in one hand and placed the other hand in his palm.

Lu Ze closed his fingers, enveloping her slightly cool little hand in his palm, and gently rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand.

The two walked out of the gate of the Taibu Temple side by side, their figures gradually blending into the warm yellow lights of Changle Temple.