Shi Jun leaned over. "Yo, you received flowers. Some men have never received flowers in their entire lives. Who sent them?"
Wen Yanqing took out a card from the bouquet and looked at it. The corners of his lips curled up.
"Alright, it's definitely Lin Gantang." Shi Jun was numb.
He looked at the bouquet of flowers with a rare look. When he saw the Eryngium in the bouquet, he could not help but say, "The Eryngium has a flower language - to quietly wait and keep watch. Lin Gantang saw how you've been holding on for so many years. Fortunately, she didn't disappoint you."
Wen Yanqing's gaze fell on the pale blue flowers. He smiled faintly. "How would a rough man like you know about the so-called language of flowers?"
"Jiayao, she..." Shi Jun paused and smiled. "Bah, you're the one who's rough. Regardless, your feelings have been reciprocated. Now I'm the one who envies you."
