Chenxing washed the clothes with a heavy heart, wrung them out, and as she turned, she suddenly found herself facing 11 roses.
It is said that 11 roses symbolize supreme love, you are my only one! No woman could resist. Gu Shaocheng offered her a beautiful smile, "These are for you."
Eleven roses, folded from US Dollars!
If circumstances permitted, if roses were available for purchase here, he would have opted to give her real roses instead.
Chenxing was frozen in shock.
She carefully counted: 11 roses, symbolizing lifelong commitment?
Did he just fold them? How did he do it? They look very realistic.
No woman could resist the allure of roses, especially an innocent young girl like her. She felt as though electricity was coursing through her veins, waves of warmth washing over her.
Chenxing was internally vexed, she clenched her teeth and ignored him, walking past.
