Song Qiye was certain that the red string bell on his wrist was not his possession, and he immediately realized it was left by Chu Jiuning.
The stormy clouds that had loomed overhead just moments ago suddenly dispersed, revealing a sense of cheerfulness akin to sunlight piercing through the clouds.
He caressed the red string bell as if she were still by his side, allowing this act to convey a connection that defied their physical separation.
The fact that this object induced such sentiment implied its longstanding companionship with her, exuding a profound resonance of her essence.
A sudden desire to kiss her again welled up within him, yet she had already departed.
Thus, he pressed the red string bell she left behind to his lips, imparting a deep and affectionate kiss.
Meanwhile, Chu Jiuning, by the stream, was preparing to cook fish.
She looked up momentarily, observing two little Pixiu playing and chasing each other not far away.