When Lu Xia returned home, she saw red roses in the master bedroom.
They didn't look like flowers the old butler would have the servants prepare, and the estate's garden didn't have any roses.
She glanced back at Graces, who was standing behind her. "Are these from you?"
Graces nodded. "I've always wanted to give you a gift, but I could never find the right one. Someone told me today that a gift doesn't have to be expensive—what matters is the sentiment and whether it can bring joy. I passed a flower shop on my way home today, so I bought this bouquet. Xiaxia, I hope receiving these flowers makes you happy."
Lu Xia hadn't expected that someone as serious as Graces would have learned to give flowers.
"Then it seems I have that person to thank for their advice. I love them. And thank you for the thought—I'm very happy."
A smile touched Graces's eyes. "I'll bring you flowers often from now on."
