"Is that true?" Huo Zhanting's tense body relaxed at that moment, and he lifted his head to look at An Lan, who even spotted a hint of redness in his eyes. She quickly nodded.
"It's true, only what you give me is my favorite, and I've already asked Yaya to throw the yellow roses in the trash can. I'm sorry, I thought they were from you."
Huo Zhanting gently shook his head, "I should be the one apologizing, Lanlan. I should have given you flowers long ago. If only I'd done it sooner, no other man would have had the chance to beat me to it, and Xiao Yihe is doing this on purpose to disgust us."
As he spoke, he wrapped An Lan in his arms. An Lan stumbled slightly upwards, then crashed into his embrace, the scent of cedar from the man enveloping her in comfort. She leaned against Huo Zhanting's shoulder.
