"It is a hot day," a soft, clear voice said. "Let me pay for the scholar's melon."
Meng Ruoyu, usually so eloquent, found himself tongue-tied. He recited a classic verse, but his heart was pounding too loudly for him to appreciate his own voice. That brief encounter planted a seed in his heart. Through inquiries, Meng Ruoyu learned that the girl was Xia Qingzi. He found excuses to pass by the melon stand again and again. What started as gratitude soon blossomed into deep affection. Xia Qingzi, in turn, admired his ambition and his gentle nature. meng ruoyu xia qingzi
Xia Qingzi smiled, her eyes twinkling with intelligence. "I did not do it for repayment. But if you wish, you may recite a poem for me. I have heard scholars can move the wind with their words." "It is a hot day," a soft, clear voice said