Laying Down Foundations

"You're back!" Avril ran out of the pavilion, reattaching herself to Xia Fei's arm. The few minutes that they were separated may well be an entire year to this lady.

"What did my father and second uncle say to you?" Avril carefully asked, deathly afraid that they had said things that were not too courteous to Xia Fei.

Xia Fei smiled. "Nothing much; we merely exchanged greetings with each other."

"Really?"

"Really."

Sitting on the marble bench, Avril pressed her head onto Xia Fei's chest. The girl's unique scent permeated the air, stimulating all of Xia Fei's senses; the strands of golden hair dancing with the wind softly caressed his face.

"It's all my father's fault; he forcibly cut off the communication between us, making you go through such troublesome things." Avril pouted.