She twisted the flower bud between her fingers, then placed the flower in front of Lei Qingyi.
"Say, isn't she being too unreasonable?"
Lei Qingyi was furious. How can there be such an unreasonable lady? He came over to apologise, not to argue. There was no need for such a reaction. Furthermore, this had nothing to do with him. Why was he to be blamed for everything? This wasn't fair. He felt wronged; he refused to accept it; he was furious.
Yan Huan placed the flower in front of Lei Qingyi, then released her grasp. The flower fell from her hands, carrying with it a faint fragrance which brought to mind the scent and colour of paleness.
"Has anybody ever told you what giving chrysanthemums meant?"
She asked Lei Qingyi.
Lei Qingyi shook his head. How would he know all this? He was just a coarse man.
Yan Huan picked up the flowers again. One white, one yellow. They looked pretty, but also cold.
