"I have a flower, its fragrance fills the branches, awaiting someone truly seeking its scent. The bloom will not last long, oh it must be picked lest it fades, a woman is like a flower, a flower like a dream. I have a flower, growing in my heart, its genuine love and affection no one understands. The hills are overrun with wild grass, to admire one's own fragrance is the most painful..."
Su Liuying's voice was husky, with a distinct magnetism.
Was she destined to live the rest of her life as if in a dream? She had developed feelings for Quan Tianyou beyond their contract, but what about his feelings towards her? Perhaps in his heart, she was still nothing more than a disposable object. With this thought, her voice couldn't help but carry a hint of sorrow, and a frown inadvertently creased her brow.
Lin Runjie, sensitive to her mood, felt a twinge of heartache. He had always sensed a slight sadness about Su Liuying, and he wanted to soothe it, but she kept refusing his approach.
