"I don't know what to say." Jinghen leaned in and kissed her rosy lips again: "I'm so happy."
Happy that his darling was back by his side.
Qiaoqiao wasn't too used to this kind of sentimental atmosphere, she nodded, her gaze drifting, before finally settling on the bouquet in her arms, remembering something, she said, "Reconciling is reconciling, but you can't go back on your promise to send me flowers every day."
Jinghen laughed: "I won't, I won't miss a single thing I promised you."
Qiaoqiao humphed twice: "I bet you wouldn't dare."
"Qiaoqiao." Jinghen took her hand: "I don't like you getting too close to Huo Mutian and Lin Luang."
Jinghen knew that relationships required giving each other a certain amount of personal space, especially when it came to interpersonal relationships, no one had the right to decide another person's relations with others. Moreover, knowing Qiaoqiao's rebellious nature, if he truly tried to confine her, she would only drift further away from him.
