Zhan Nanjue was slightly stunned for a moment, then he took her hand and said, "Let's plant it now."
"But you're all wet."
"It's just for a moment," Zhan Nanjue said, "Anyway, I'm already wet, and I love getting rained on the most."
"...Liar."
He doesn't like getting wet in the rain at all...
Gong Shirao's eyes reddened for a moment, then she nodded, "Okay."
The two of them chose a spot in the garden and planted the sapling.
Gong Shirao dug another hole beside it.
"Why are you digging a hole next to the newly planted tree?" Zhan Nanjue asked.
"To bury the exchange diary," Gong Shirao said.
"...An exchange diary is meant to be read once it's written, right?"
"Of course not. What's the point of reading it now? It will only have special meaning if we look back on our current feelings after a long time has passed." Gong Shirao said.
"Is that so?" Zhan Nanjue frowned, "So...when can we read it!?"
