C253 Helplessness of the Hibiscus Amurensis

When she finished washing her face, she handed the handkerchief over only to see that Shuiyue was in a daze and had not reached out to pick it up for a long time. She had washed her face, however, she was sober now, and her face was blushing as she looked out of the window, wondering what kind of expression she would have on her face when she thought of spring. It wasn't spring yet