Under the man's intense gaze, after a while, she turned her face slightly and said softly, "I like chrysanthemums."
Yan Yan: "?"
He thought he had heard wrong, looked at her with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"Are you serious?"
"Is it not allowed?" Yun Qiqi's eyes showed sincere confusion.
What's wrong with chrysanthemums? They are beautiful!
"..." Yan Yan suddenly remembered that two years ago, when he asked her what flowers to arrange for the wedding venue, she also said chrysanthemums. This little one sure has a consistent preference.
After a few seconds of silence, he resignedly said two words: "It's okay."
Yun Qiqi glanced again at the flowers in the trash can, feeling a bit regretful.
They looked expensive, only to be thrown away like this. Picking them up didn't seem quite right either.
Yan Yan noticed her gaze and immediately pinched her little chin, turning her face back.
