The speaker was a young man with dyed-blond hair, his arm wrapped around his girlfriend. But when he spoke, his gaze on Yun Zijin was a little too forward.
"Yes, the flowers are free. What kind would you like?"
Yun Zijin didn't refuse. His girlfriend seemed like a sweet, well-behaved girl. 'She must have terrible taste in men,' she thought.
"Those ones. I'll take all the purple ones!"
She still had 15 of the Zixia fairies left. Yun Zijin was surprised; this guy was asking for way too much.
"It's one flower per person. You can each pick the one you like."
"Just one? You have so many left to give away. It doesn't matter who you give them to, right? Just give them to me. It'll save you time. It's a win-win, so why not?"
Hearing the blond guy's words, Yun Zijin's expression fell. "They're my flowers. I'll do what I want with them. If you think one is too few, you don't have to take any."
'It's not like I'm begging them to take one.'
