Su Ge looked at the flowers Shen Zhiyue handed over, stunned.
Shen Zhiyue's chosen flowers, for Yihan?
So were these flowers from Shen Zhiyue, or from her?
Su Ge pondered for two seconds, her face brightening with a sweet smile, "Although Ms. Shen's chosen flowers are unique, they're too simple and modest, not quite like those you'd give to a lover. The flowers for a lover should instantly make him feel the deep love."
After speaking, Su Ge turned to the clerk, "Wrap up ninety-nine red roses for me."
Anything given by her would be liked by Yihan, no matter what it was.
Did she, Shen Zhiyue, need to worry?
Su Ge went with the clerk to wrap the roses.
Shen Zhiyue stood rigidly, it took her a while to mechanically withdraw her hand.
"Ninety-nine red roses symbolize everlasting love," Shen Zhiyue murmured, looking down at the bouquet in her hands, her voice soft, "Xingyuan, do you also think it's too modest?"
Mo Xingyuan: "Not at all."
