Bai Jue touched his chin, his gaze sweeping over the various flowers in the shop until it reached the dazzling, passionate red, and his lips curled into a smile.
"This one is good," he said, pointing. Zhan Mingyan followed the direction of his finger and her expression froze.
Red roses?
Her first thought was that he was buying them for a woman.
Her eyes flickered, and she lowered her gaze to conceal the dimness in her eyes, speaking in an even tone, "How many would you like?"
Bai Jue said casually, "Ninety-nine."
"All right, please wait."
When she turned around, a bitter curve formed at the corner of her mouth.
Bai Jue watched her busy silhouette, his eyes clouded with ambiguity.
Zhan Mingyan wrapped the bouquet quickly, and in no time, she came over with a bunch of roses that were blooming vibrantly.
"Take it."
Bai Jue lowered his eyes to the bouquet she handed over, ninety-nine roses, fiery red, breathtakingly beautiful.
