Her small hand, that she had been keeping behind her back, slowly came forth.
In it was a bouquet of roses, wet with tears, which she delivered to him; her hand trembled slightly, as if she couldn't hold it steady, yet she still offered them to him.
Once, she promised him that she would give him flowers every day.
Just as she passed by a certain courtyard, she saw the roses, so...
"This is for you..."
"..." Mo Liancheng finally lifted his gaze slightly, tranquilly shifting his faint view to her.
For a long time, he said nothing, nor moved.
Their eyes met, seeing her eyes misty with tears while his were so calm.
In the end, as if an eternity had passed, he raised his pale hand, accepted the flowers, then delicately played with the petals. This natural gesture and demeanor startled Qu Tan'er.
She forgot to let her tears flow...
"Your name is Qu Tan'er?" Mo Liancheng asked lightly.
"Mhm..."
"I heard you're my wedded wife?"
