"The flowers in the garden seem to be no match for the ones in Miss Chu's basket," Zuo Lanshuang said, unable to take her eyes off those roses. Who wouldn't like such beautiful flowers?
It's one thing not to like Chu Chen, but the flowers in her hands were still exquisite.
Thinking this, Zuo Lanshuang suddenly felt a shock. Her heart seemed to have calmed earlier, but just this thought, and that restless feeling surged up again, almost giving her the impulse to strangle Chu Chen. She stepped back two steps in fright, her expression showing some confusion. But soon her expression stabilized, as if nothing had happened.
"Of course," Ah Chen spoke at this moment. "These flowers weren't grown by just anyone; in my heart, they are the most beautiful."
This statement caught Zuo Lanshuang's attention again, and she frowned. It seemed that this person was quite unusual, no?
"I wonder who grew them?" Zuo Lanshuang asked.
