Song Lingsu and Guan Shuyan stood under the corridor, looking at the few camellia trees in the courtyard. Occasionally, when their eyes met, they would quickly look away, feeling somewhat awkward.
Song Lingsu lightly coughed, turned around, and took out a box from his sleeve, handing it over, saying, "Here, this is for you."
Guan Shuyan was startled for a moment. She looked at the box, not much larger than a palm, and blushed, saying, "What is this?"
Song Lingsu pressed it into her hand, saying, "It's your coming-of-age gift."
Guan Shuyan exclaimed, "I'm not yet of age."
She was born in March, and there were more than two months left until her coming of age.
"I know. It's written on the horoscope card." Song Lingsu's handsome face slightly reddened. "When you come of age, I might not be in the capital, so I can only give it to you now."
