"Moreover, Mr. Xu came over early in the morning to ask about your well-being and brought flowers," Aunt Huang pointed to the white water lily cultivated in the transparent vase on the table, slightly displeased, she continued, "He said it is your favorite flower, Madame, and he hopes that seeing it would cheer you up a bit."
Qianxue looked at the budding water lily and indeed felt a touch of warmth in her heart, surprised that someone still remembered her fondness for water lilies. She nodded understandingly to the protective Aunt Huang and began to sit down for breakfast.
Water lilies only bloom in the afternoon, revealing their smiling faces, and she hoped to show a cheerful mood after finishing her breakfast as well. She didn't want to be constantly affected by this enigmatic man.
Breakfast wasn't finished when the doorbell rang.
Aunt Huang cheerfully scampered off: "I'll go open the door; it must be Young Master Leng returning."
