Not knowing Zhao Yang's thought at all, Lai Jiayi only stared at the bouquet in her hand. The sweet and refreshing smell of the flower instantly poked her nose, calming her nerves.
The girl closed her eyes and inhaled the scent deeply. Her mind slowly cleared up, and the awkward atmosphere before turned bright like the weather outside.
[This is a high-quality flower!] Lai Jiayi exclaimed.
[I bet it won't wither for a month, quack.] Yaya nodded in agreement.
"...thank you…" Lai Jiayi suddenly muttered as a faint smile crossed her face. The girl slowly felt relaxed as if a heavy burden was lifted off her shoulder.
'I should be scared of this man...but at this moment…' Lai Jiayi peeked at Zhao Yang's stone face and giggled.
'He looks like dad.'
Lai Jiayi's thought was instantly directed to her father as indeed, her father might look scary, but he's extremely warm.
Just like this iceberg here.
