"Flowers?" Tang Moyu blinked at that.
She was sure Qin Jiran knew that she wasn't fond of flowers, so why would he give her one? Was this one of his attempts to convince her not to reject him?
"En! Uncle Ji said that flowers could be used to express unspoken words to other people. Is it true, Mommy?" Xiao Bao asked curiously. This was the first time he heard something like this about flowers.
"I'm not sure, Baobao. Perhaps we can search what the flower means?" Tang Moyu replied, bringing her son back to his feet, noticing that he was getting heavier lately. "What did you bring for me, Xiao Bao?"
"Ah!" Xiao Bao exclaimed before carefully getting his pot of flowers on top of the table and presented it to his mother. "I bought you hydrangeas while Uncle Ji chose the yellow daffodils."
