The atmosphere in the hall was quite static and mysterious.
Tong Yunrou, sitting next to Duan Xiuqi, started with a smile, breaking the stiffness in the room, "Fourth Master, are you planning to give this rose to a girl? Just one won't be enough."
At this, everyone's attention turned to the rose in Duan Feihan's hands.
The red rose petals were delicate, dotted with a few droplets of water, and extremely beautiful.
Duan Feihan looked down at it, his usually icy gaze softened somewhat, and he said indifferently, "It was a gift from a girl."
Having said that, Duan Feihan instructed the elder to rest early, casually picked up a blue and white porcelain vase from the first floor's hall, and went straight back to his own courtyard.
Duan Feihan entered his spacious and bright bedroom, which exuded a minimalist and cool style.
The blue and white porcelain vase was filled with clean water, and the rose took residence within it, placed on the bedside table.
