The slender and graceful girl stood in front of the flowerbed, with the evening breeze lifting her voluminous skirt, her dark hair scattering over the roses. The girl was only busy sniffing the roses in front of her, her smile lively and enchanting.
Several servants were preparing to go over to pay their respects, but the man slightly raised his hand, and the servants immediately fell silent.
Su Ge stood happily in front of the large expanse of roses. She used to dislike Chu Yihan so much that she even resented the roses by association, hardly ever visiting this garden.
Only now did she realize how beautiful roses could be.
Compared to the fresh and elegant lotus, roses were flamboyant without being vulgar, their fragrance rich yet refreshing to the heart, the kind of flower that once you fall for them, you will never forget.
