"Why do you like lavender so much?" Meng Fei asked curiously.
"Don't you think its color is beautiful?" Yawen smiled.
"That's it?" Meng Fei asked again unwillingly.
"Do you know the legend of lavender?" Yawen smiled sweetly.
"What is it?" Meng Fei's smile contained a little appreciation and encouragement, gesturing for her to continue."
"Legend has it that if a boy brings a lavender wreath made by himself to a girl in an area where lavender is dense, they will be blessed by heaven until the end of time."
"If this is what you want, I'll give it to you."