She quietly smelled the refreshing fragrance of jasmine.
"This place was originally a patch of jasmine." The deep voice drifted away in the wind, and Mo Yifeng looked at the garden under the moonlight.
"Really?" She looked at the white roses in front of her, and then at the jasmine that was only available in this flower room.
"Why? Why are you left alone in this corner?"
"Because, I miss you!"