Jade-handed Le Ling & Qingjun Wentun Gongzi
Seeing that he didn't speak, Yan Yao bit her lip in embarrassment and glanced at me again: "This is a plum blossom, it looks really real." She paused, "It's so vulgar."
It's vulgar, no, OK, tolerant.
Every word struck my heart like thunder suddenly exploding on a warm spring day. Those four words kept repeating in my heart. My heart was heavy, but I couldn't cry because I was just a flower. Meng Junxian's pen tip stopped on the paper and printed an ink dot on the paper.
Seeing Meng Junxian raise his head, Yan Yao felt a little happy and continued: "Planting it here is really eye-catching. How about I move my roses here next time I come here. Those roses were specially sent by a Western friend of my father. This kind of flower is noble, and its color is hard to find..."
"Yan Yao, but I just prefer this flower, what can you do to me?" Meng Junxian stroked a blooming red plum.
I just prefer her, what can you do to me? Meng Junxian's words had a different meaning in my ears. I shook the branch slightly and rubbed his hand very gently, my heart full of joy.
Intention: It's always been her
