Song Yansheng furrowed his brow, reached out to pick up the rose, and lightly sniffed it at the tip of his nose. The fragrance was overflowing, very beautiful.
The rose was still fresh, clearly picked today, and with just one rose, its origin could have countless possibilities.
But Shi Nuan placed it in her bag, or rather, hid it in her bag.
And coincidentally, Shen Zui had given her nine hundred and ninety-nine roses this noon.
His lips curved into a smile, feeling ridiculous at his previous unwarranted pleasure.
His little girl, his Nuannuan, after all, still deceived him.
But it must be said, she is really smart, turning around and giving the rose to Shi Jiaojiao.
It was a rejection of Shen Zui, but on reflection, wasn't it also a protection?
Because she also calmed his emotions, preventing him from getting too angry at Shen Zui's misdeeds, and doing something to hurt Shen Zui.
But she kept one privately, using it to fulfill her own heart.
What does this represent?
