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Chapter 328 - Chapter 328 328. Imperial City Express_1

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Wanhe Garden.

The clear morning at the end of May was not yet sweltering, yet the rooftop garden on the top floor had already been furnished early with a sunshade. The early sunlight spilled in from the side, gleefully shining upon the lush greenery and flowers.

To the left was a large pot of Endless Summer hydrangeas, a blend of light blue and pink, while to the right clustered the pink and purple interwoven Kaleidoscope.

And flanking the sunshade were pots of boisterous Chinese roses; the pure blossoms of Yellow Osmanthus stacked in layers, swaying in the wind, filling the air with a clear fragrance.

It was indeed an outdoor garden.

Through the simple glass door of the outdoor garden, one could see inside the gym, where a young man was dressed in a black T-shirt, with his elbows bent for support on the ground, feet on the floor, and his shoulders and elbows perpendicular to the ground, maintaining a steady plank position.

Were it not for the slightly rapid breathing and beads of sweat falling, an outsider would have no idea how difficult this position was.

The sweat slid slowly down his forehead and finally with a plop, it landed on the mat.

At that moment, the phone beside him vibrated.

The man then stood up from the mat.

He had thick eyebrows, a tall nose, and a small black mole at the center of his forehead. His hair was cut in a simple buzzcut, enhancing his distinguished and refreshing appearance.

But when he turned his head, one could see the burn scars on the left temple, cheek, and head. Even his hair appeared patchy.

It was Lun Chuan.

He steadied his breathing before answering the call, “Hello.”

The voice on the phone was that of the familiar delivery guy: “Mr. Chuan, there’s a package for you, are you home?”

“I’m here.”

“Great! I’ll deliver it to you shortly!”

Lun Chuan belatedly realized he hadn’t ordered anything recently, but since it was Wind Speed Express, it was most likely…

He hung up the call, standing there, and couldn’t help but smile, his black eyes brimming with anticipation.

To this day, he had no regrets about the strength he mustered to drag the girl out of the car and shield her from that harm.

For these past few months, he had felt enough sincerity and gratitude from her.

Wind Speed Express usually took about half an hour to arrive at his doorstep after calling, so Lun Chuan glanced at the time and decided to go take a shower.

The sound of running water washed over him, and as he turned his head inadvertently, he noticed the scars on his shoulder–

They seemed to have faded a bit?

To say he didn’t care about his face would be impossible, but he often thought it was better for the scars to be on his face than on that girl’s, whose eyes shined bright like stars.

As for the scars on the rest of his body… aside from being a little careful when scrubbing during baths, he didn’t really pay them much attention.

Seeing those hideous scars too often could also affect his mood. But now, a casual glance seemed to reveal a subtle difference?

He couldn’t help but turn his head to examine them more closely– it wasn’t an illusion, they really did seem to have lightened a little.

But… it could also be that his memory had beautified them.

This change was too subtle for him to be certain, so for the moment, he put his doubts aside, planning to ponder them at his next medical checkup.

As for the things she sent…

Even though he had already eaten breakfast, he felt like he was getting hungry again.

The sound of the water continued, washing away the sweat and raising his level of anticipation even higher.

After half an hour, because the delivery hadn’t arrived, he had even cleaned the house once more. He’d also cut a big handful of creamy yellow roses from the outdoor garden and arranged them in a vase, only then did he hear a knock on the door.

The delivery guy was already quite familiar with him, and holding the box, he casually smiled and said, “What did you buy this time? It’s shipped from that village again.”

Lun Chuan originally just intended to say, “It’s nothing,” but he remembered the enthusiastic state of the young girl when he chatted with her in his alternate account…

So, with a smile, he said, “Some farm specialties, they’re the tastiest I’ve ever had, so I often repurchase them.”

The delivery guy had long been used to his reticence, usually hearing no more than “Thank you,” “Sorry to bother you,” or “Hard work” when delivering packages. If it was a large package, the customer might even throw in a couple of pieces of fruit or a bottle of beverage.

Now that the customer suddenly spoke such a long sentence, as if they were quite close, it made him feel a bit embarrassed–have I become this good with customers, even accepting his beverages last time?

He scratched his head and laughed self-consciously, “Really? What does their family sell? You have my WeChat, right? Can you recommend it to me later?”

Speaking of which, he felt a bit embarrassed again, “My wife is pregnant, and I want to see if there’s anything she can eat.”

As soon as he mentioned this, a cheerful expression spread across Lun Chuan’s face, as if he was genuinely happy for him.

“Congratulations,”

he said sincerely.

The delivery guy was affected by his mood and also started to laugh in a silly manner, taking a good while to remember, “I’ve given you the package; it’s big but not too heavy.”

Once the person left, Lun Chuan quickly took the package; it was indeed not heavy.

What could it be?

He couldn’t hold back his desire to have a cup of tea anymore.

Only after tearing off the plastic wrap did Lun Chuan’s eyes brighten, “Chili sauce?!”

A full six bottles! My goodness! Was the young girl worried he had nothing to eat?

Then his expression grew hesitant.

Because the doctor had said that he should avoid spicy and irritating foods, especially since he still occasionally felt an itching sensation, as if his skin was still growing.

But several months had passed, and he had given up on skin grafts, so perhaps eating a little bit wouldn’t be a problem, right?

After all, whether the scars were deeper or shallower didn’t really affect him.

Having made up his mind, he roughly drafted the lunch menu and continued to unpack.

–It was a big bag of slightly yellow tremella.

He grabbed a handful; it was light, crisped, and carried a unique aroma of being sun-dried, making him impatient to start cooking it.

Although he wasn’t particularly fond of sweet flavors, who wouldn’t like something from the girl’s family?

It wasn’t until he dug down to the very bottom that he found something wrapped in layers upon layers of plastic bags, extra secure, and light as a feather.

Lun Chuan frowned, and decided to open it up to take a look, only to find a large pile of golden, finely shredded…

Tobacco leaves?

He was speechless.

He didn’t smoke, and moreover, young people nowadays, even if they did smoke, wouldn’t use loose tobacco, would they?

The young girl was really…

He thought about it in his mind and realized he could no longer remember what she looked like; he only knew that she enjoyed her life back home gardening and taking care of dogs.

Well, let’s just think of her as a simple and honest country girl who is very diligent.

He had truly felt the full extent of her gratitude and sincere generosity of giving whatever she had.

He rolled the plastic bags back up, intending to find a good place to store them properly, but then he seemed to remember something. He simply took out a dish, grabbed a small bunch of the golden shredded tobacco, placed it on top, and set it in the corner of the bedroom.

A unique scent of plants and herbs lightly lingered.

Tobacco for repelling mosquitoes was still worth a try.