In the hazy heat, Su Junxin's mind suddenly fell into a moment of daze.
In her mind, a rather strange scene faintly appeared—
A man with an unclear face walked in from the outside door, handing over a bouquet of hyacinths to her.
"Junxin, the flowers bloom nicely today, I picked your favourite light purple ones."
...His voice sounds just like Qin You's!
Su Junxin's pupils contracted, her breath stuck, and the next moment, it was as if there were millions of bees buzzing around her ear, their buzzing noise making her cringe and she forcefully covered her ears with her hands.
"Stop it!"
Seeing this, the smile on Qin You's face instantly vanished, he quickly stood and walked over, "Junxin, what's wrong?"
At his touch, the buzzing noise in her ears finally stopped and Su Junxin took a few quick breaths, looking terribly ill.
An unusual red shone in her eyes, which were fixated on Qin You. She spoke in a hoarse voice: "Qin You, how did you know the color I like?"
