"A token of our love?" Su Yayan was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red and she said angrily, "You said that you didn't have such thoughts about me when I was young, and you didn't think of this thing as a love token. I wasn't even 11 years old at that time."
Huo Chenhuan had only wanted to tease her, but he really did not think of this. He quickly explained, "Okay, okay, I'll be honest. Actually, it's because this flower saved me once."
"It saved you?" Su Yayan looked up at him in surprise. She had never thought that it would be for such a reason.
"Not long after I sent you back that day, I got into a car accident. Blood spilled on the flower you sent me. The smell was a little strong."
In order to ensure that the color of the dried flower would last for a long time, some chemicals would be added.
