After breakfast, Jinshi and Maomao left his private chambers and started walking through the hallways, hand in hand. No word was spoken about their little morning conversation in bed, which made Maomao glad.

With a gentle smile on his lips and humming a very soft melody to himself (Maomao raised an eyebrow once she noticed that it was her lullaby), Jinshi was turning around a dried little flower between the fingers of his free hand, looking quite carefree to anyone who might catch a glimpse of him.

He had found that flower on the floor near the bed and picked it up. The apothecary assumed that it must have fallen out of her bundle during the previous day, and since it was just a small, harmless chamomile, she didn't say anything and let him keep it.