Jingliu had always worn gloves before, but this time, for some reason, she had taken them off.
She raised a hand to adjust the Flower Wreath on Xianyu's head and said softly, "As long as you like it."
Xianyu handed Jingliu the peony he was holding and walked beside his lover, listening as she explained the Flower Wreath's origins.
Xianyu took Jingliu's hand quite naturally, but for some reason, she stiffened for a moment.
Confused, he recalled the guide he had read before.
The forum said you should ask before holding hands or kissing... did that mean every time?
Xianyu turned to Jingliu and asked softly, "Is this okay?"
Jingliu lowered her eyes and glanced at their joined hands.
Rather than answer, she tightened her grip and interlaced her fingers with his, continuing to tell him about the Flower Wreath she had brought.
The planet the Cloud Knights had visited this time had a custom.
That custom dated back to a very long time ago.
Before the Swarm Disaster and the Emperor's War had ended, calamity had descended upon that planet.
Its people had never given up. They had risen in resistance, doing everything they could to protect their families, but how could their flesh and blood compete with endlessly multiplying insects and Intellitrons forged from steel?
Fortunately, the Xianzhou Alliance had intervened. The Xianzhou natives and the Interastral Peace Corporation had breathed life back into the planet that calamity had ravaged.
The people had agonized over how to repay the heroes who had saved them.
Everything they owned had already been destroyed when calamity struck. Perhaps the only things they had left to offer were withered flowers.
They had offered that gift with great trepidation, and fortunately, their saviors had not refused it.
Once life returned, the people had