"Why? Don't all women like flowers?"
Of course, Deng Zhiyi had detected the distance in Tan Yanli's words, but from the first moment he saw her, he took a liking to her. It was the first time he had ever felt such a way about a woman.
"Mr. Deng, we aren't familiar enough to be exchanging flowers, and besides, I don't like casually accepting flowers from men. Please, let there not be a next time!"
Tan Yanli's words were somewhat cold. They hadn't contacted each other since that night. To her, he was just a passerby in the vast sea of people.
"Okay, I understand!"
After hanging up the phone, Tan Yanli rubbed her temples with tired fingers. She was mature enough, without the time to play those emotional games beloved by little girls. Since Lin Runjie had rejected her, she would try to move on from this unrequited love, difficult as she knew it might be.
