Although Ling Hua's favorite flower is the begonia, she also quite likes plum blossoms, especially when they bloom in vast numbers, creating a sea of red plum clouds, just like the plum grove behind Qingyin Temple at the moment, which is so captivating that one cannot look away and lingers without realizing.
Resting her chin in her hand, she whispered softly, "Brother, the peony is not my most favorite flower, nor is it my second favorite, and it doesn't even rank as my third, I do not love the peony's grandeur and luxurious scent, so what I said was the truth, I wasn't coaxing you."
Yan Qing's lips curved slightly, not wanting to reveal the good mood he felt upon hearing her words, so he made an effort to press his lips downward, "What is your second favorite flower then?"
"Winter plum," Ling Hua replied without hesitation.
"I thought it was the magnolia," Yan Qing remembered, not forgetting that Ling Hua's mother seemed to like magnolias.
"My mother likes those."
