Pei Ye vaguely felt that this might also be the first time Lu Yuque was this happy.
The curve of her lips wasn't very large; for a woman who always spoke with a smile, it was just a sustained smile, but it carried a hint of deep joy that Pei Ye had never felt before.
"As long as it helps Mr. Pei Ye, that's good," she said.
Pei Ye leaned against the door panel, tilting his head to look at her.
"Actually, just now I saw a particularly beautiful flower," Lu Yuque said with sparkling eyes as she described, "Behind those two graves, untainted and elegant, with petals layer upon layer, as thin as cicada wings, clustered together like clouds, coldly elegant and incredibly beautiful. But because of this, I couldn't bring myself to pick it."
Then she looked at Pei Ye, noticing the man's face slightly darken, seemingly eye-rolling.
"...What's wrong?"
"That's a Nandu Flower," Pei Ye said coldly, "Be careful."
"Oh?" Lu Yuque was slightly taken aback.
