Chapter 53 Z’s memory (2)

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He led Z to the bedroom door. Z strode in and threw Duan Feizhuo directly on the bed, just like throwing a bag of potatoes. Then he slammed the door shut, locking Al out.

“I got it, don’t… I got it! I just need to rest!” Duan Fei shouted incoherently.

He dried his hair and pulled up the quilt to cover himself, keeping the quilt halfway over his face to hide the blush on his face.

This action caused him to accidentally hit the head of the bed, and a solid object fell off, hitting his nose impartially.

“Ouch…” Duan Feizhuo groaned.

Z picked up the thing that smashed him to tears from his face.

It was a dry and withered garland, which was woven very poorly. The flowers that were once inserted on it had all withered and turned into a black mass, which made it not look like a garland, but rather like thorns. Woven into a crown.

This is the garland made by Z on May Day.

Z recognized it immediately. He stroked the garland, and his expression became a little strange.

“You… kept this thing all this time?”

Of course he kept it. He took the garland back to London from Perilla Manor and hung it on the head of his bed as a talisman, sleeping under it every day.

Al asked him every time he cleaned the room if he wanted to dispose of the withered and broken wreath, but he refused every time.

This is what Z gave him. Although it was just a tattered wreath, it was more precious than a crown of gold and diamonds. How could he be willing to throw it away?

Duan Feizhuo turned his face away and did not speak. Z lowered his eyes, and didn’t say a word, just kept playing with the garland.

I don’t know if it was Duan Feizhuo’s illusion, but he felt that Z’s usually pale face seemed to be a little more crimson than usual.

“There’s nothing good about this thing.” Z said, “It’s definitely ugly to hang at home. Just throw it away.”

“This is mine!” Duan Feizhuo snatched the garland and held it in his arms like a baby, “If you give it to me, it’s mine! What to do with it is up to me!”

Z said nonchalantly, “It’s okay, I’ll make up a new one for you.”

“That… That won’t work either!” Duan Feizhuo hesitated, “I want them all!”

Z lowered his head. Although the long white hair covered most of his face, Duan Feizhuo could clearly see him smiling.

“So, I’m not wishful thinking, right?” Z asked softly.