"Paulownia tree, blooming violet flowers, wind brushing through the leaves with a rustling sound! Neither crows nor sparrows may settle, waiting exclusively for the Phoenix to make its home..."
When Sister Qing found Lin Lin, he was standing at the entrance of a narrow alley, toying with a pale violet Paulownia flower in his hand. The delicate, trumpet-shaped flower twirled around his fingertips, quickly wilting before his eyes.
Wow, the youngster has quite a taste!
Beautiful flowers and a handsome man, even though there's only one flower and the beauty is a man, it still seems more pleasing to the eye than the average person.
Meanwhile, the man holding the flower was waiting listlessly.
Sister Qing approached and complained, "How did you find such a secluded place? I took a taxi here, and the driver circled around for ages, totally unclear about the location, and even the GPS wasn't accurate. In the end, I had to get out and run around for quite a while."
