Chapter 207: The Little Girl Picking Persimmons
Chloe Collins wasn't the first time a man confessed his feelings to her.
But this gentle and unexpectedly subtle approach was probably the first for her.
She lay on her side with one hand under her head, looking at the night sky through the skylight, her expression peaceful and calm.
Her crossed legs swayed unconsciously, as if she was very content.
Unknowingly, she closed her eyelids and fell asleep.
A dream drifted in through the skylight—
On a scorching summer day, a gentle breeze rustled through the mountains, sweeping across the temple inside and out.
A thirteen-year-old girl was courageously climbing a two-story tall persimmon tree under the blazing sunshine. The cool breeze couldn't blow away the thick beads of sweat on her forehead.
She carried a small bamboo basket on her back, filled with five large ripe persimmons.