Chen Jingzi was extremely nervous.
Unconsciously, she clutched the silver willow tree next to her.
Picking up a purple flower, with just a light touch, it fell into her palm.
She held this small purple flower tightly in her palm, pinching it until the purple petals stained her hand with icy coldness.
The once vibrant flower was now ruined in her hands.
Gu Xu glanced at her, and seeing the crushed silver willow flower in her hand, his gaze turned frosty.
"Do not ruin my flowers," he said, looking at her coldly, "these were personally chosen for me by my goddaughter."
The people from the Yun Family had sent these flowers at the beginning of the year.
Mrs. Qiao told him that when Sisi was choosing the flowers, she specially asked what kind of flowers Gu Xu liked.
That day, Sisi insisted to Mrs. Qiao that she should give Gu Xu several pots of flowers to bring him some festive atmosphere.
And indeed, the silver willow chosen by Sisi was still blooming brightly after the holiday.
