"What's so special about it? It's just a bunch of flowers," Ai Li lazily responded, her eyes brimming with haughty self-satisfaction as others laughed and complimented her even more.
Chuxia showed no interest in these matters. Glancing briefly, she withdrew her gaze and headed straight for her seat. Just as she had set down her bag, Ai Li came over, holding that bright red rose in her hands.
Ai Li always wore that thick perfume; even before she approached, the scent wafted over. The fragrance was so overbearing that Chuxia frowned slightly in discomfort.
Seeing her reaction, Ai Li grew even more irritated. Everyone else was complimenting the flowers she received, yet Chuxia had walked past without a glance, and now she even dared to make a face of disdain?
