Xia Mi held the bag happily, giving it a gentle shake. There was enough sweet osmanthus here to fill two glass jars once it dried—the small kind used for lucky stars and paper cranes, of which she had several back in her room.
"Senior Brother Chu, that's enough, you can come down now."
Chu Zihang hopped down nimbly from the tree, landing beside Xia Mi.
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