On the way back, Su Qing picked some white roses and maidenhair ferns.
"Are these two enough?" Gu Ran asked curiously.
Su Qing didn't answer, just adjusted the height and arrangement of the two plants in her hand, and then showed them to him.
"Impressive," Gu Ran couldn't help but admire.
Against the elegant backdrop of the maidenhair ferns, the white roses seemed even more pure and sweet, creating an overall sense of tranquility and nature.
"These will look nice in the study," he could already picture the serene scene they would make in a vase.
"They're for decorating the study," smiled Su Qing.
Gu Ran then looked at He Qingyan emerging from the flower bushes, almost unable to resist picking one of each kind of flower from the garden, her arms nearly too full to hold them all.
Other villa owners in the garden couldn't help but glance over, not sure if they were struck by her beauty or her "generosity" with the flowers.
