Gu Qingcheng stared into Huo Sicheng's dark, phoenix-like eyes.
She had thought that Huo Sicheng was knowingly asking her a question.
But the confusion in Huo Sicheng's eyes made her realize that he genuinely didn't know the answer.
"Flowers."
Huo Sicheng's phoenix eyes suddenly sparkled, and he said softly, "You know."
"Yes." Gu Qingcheng looked straight at Huo Sicheng, "When I was taking apart the bouquet of lily of the valley, lilies, and lavender, I found that the lavender was exactly the same color as the one at my mother's grave. That was when I realized that it has always been you who have been sending flowers to my mother all these years, without fail, and I only found out it was you today."
She paused, her voice a bit hoarse, "You are always like this, doing things without explanation, just doing them on your own. If only you had explained when Qin Jun was badmouthing you, we wouldn't have been 'deadly comrades' for so many years."
