Xiao Qian never thought that one day she would be walking side by side with Yu Minglang on campus, feeling quite comfortable.
"Your school has nice greenery."
Yu Minglang was obviously trying to make small talk.
Xiao Qian looked along his line of sight and saw clusters of heather flowers on both sides of the path between the female dormitory and the teaching building. Although it was not the flowering season, the lush green plants were still pleasing to the eye.
In her past life, these flowers were also a hot topic for campus ridicule. She wondered if he would still say the same thing if he came during the flowering season and smelled their intoxicating fragrance.
Considering that Yu Erha, who couldn't even tell carnations and roses apart, would use the heather flowers, which smelled like the natural milk of a man, as a conversation starter, she was not surprised.
