Tong Xiaohua took the rose from Yan Bo's hand, "Thank you!"
Clutching the rose, Tong Xiaohua buried her head in it and sniffed for a while before lifting her head.
Seeing Yan Bo watching her, she raised an eyebrow.
"Do you especially like white ones?" Yan Bo looped an arm around her shoulders and led her back onto the sidewalk.
"Hmm..."
She had not known before, but after Yan Bo had given her flowers of various colors, she realized that she indeed preferred white flowers a bit more.
The man beside her seemed to always enable her to discover various things about herself, such as her preferences or her true character, things she had never cared about before.
In fact, she had never tried strolling so leisurely with anyone on the streets with nothing much to do.
So, when she walked past the flower shop with the flowers in hand, a boutique shop adorned with all sorts of exquisite little things drew her attention.
