She stepped forward, took out the flowers, and tossed them into the trash bag, then patted her hands and laughed, "If they are not from you, I won't keep them."
The man lifted his gaze to her, his lips slowly curving into a smile.
"From now on, I will send you roses every day," he said softly.
An Ruo quickly shook her head, "Don't send them, it's a waste of money, and they will wilt in a couple of days. It's really troublesome to clean up. Actually, I'm not that fond of flowers."
"Then what do you like? I will send it to you every day."
An Ruo stepped forward, linked her arm with his, and teased him, "I like the stars in the sky, will you send me those every day? Forget it. I don't have anything special that I like, nor am I used to receiving gifts every day. Things are good as they are now."
Mo Hua thought about it and realized that she was indifferent by nature and not materialistic, so nothing really suited her.
