Tang Li turned her head at the sound.
Seeing Song Baiyan, she put the bouquet back on the dining table and asked evasively, "I quite like them, just not sure who they're for."
Song Baiyan stopped by the table, gazing at her fair and pretty face, a subtle smile flickering in his eyes. He reached out with his right hand, plucking a rose from the bouquet.
When Song Baiyan picked up a rose, Tang Li's attention fell on his hand.
The man's hand was large, with distinct joints.
It made her feel warm and secure.
Song Baiyan tilted his head, his deep gaze moving from the bouquet of roses to Tang Li: "In the whole manor, today is someone's birthday. Is there anyone else worthy of this bouquet?"
Tang Li gently curved her lips, then countered, "Are you saying that if it weren't my birthday, I wouldn't deserve to receive roses today?"
Just then, Ji Ming came in carrying a cardboard box.
— It was a cake delivered from the bakery.
