Somewhat ambiguously suggestive.
Qin Yu, with both high emotional intelligence and intelligence quotient, couldn't see Lin Heng's expression, but she knew he must have seen her surprised look just now.
"I guess it's special—I've always had a fondness for good-looking people, and most in this world are enamored by beauty, right?"
"But you can't just blame people for being good-looking; you have to be reasonable."
Qin Yu did not wish to implicate the many decent people of the Shangwen Family.
Lin Heng neither agreed nor disagreed, only saying faintly, "It's a pity you won't be able to see it anymore."
Qin Yu smiled and, using the fingers she had just been touching the petals with, lightly sniffed them near her nose, "Even if I cannot see the blooming flowers, there's still the fragrance of them."
Lin Heng watched her steadily for a while, his eyebrows tightly furrowed.
He didn't understand.
He never understood.
How there could be a woman like her.
