Reese remained unmoved, but King merely put on an expression that said he would not tell her if she did not come over to him.
With no other choice, Reese could only follow obediently.
King played with Reese's hand with one of his hands and held the wisteria with his other.
"You can't accept this flower from just anyone, and you can't give it away to just anyone either. You can only give it to me, got it?"
Since Reese could not struggle against him, she decided to simply make herself comfortable as she nestled in his arms.
"But also, you can only accept it from me too. When the situation's calmer in a few days, I'll pluck a real flower for you."
"Why?"
"Of course, a fake flower is not as charming as the real thing. Where we're from, wisterias only grow at the peaks of mountains that are thousands of meters tall. Only true warriors can go up and pluck this flower."
