Zhang Xiuer had learned from Zhao Yang for quite some time, and though she couldn't claim to be an expert, she had a rudimentary understanding of flowers and plants.
As she opened the door, Zhang Xiuer inhaled the fragrance of flowers and herbs, naturally feeling a wave of happiness first.
It was obvious that these plants were freshly picked from the mountains, their aroma was heady and delighting to the senses. She had thought that Zhao Yang brought over these plants to create a romantic surprise for her, but when she examined them more closely in the dim light filtering from the room, she realized that the basket Zhao Yang was carrying was almost filled with medicinal herbs from the mountain.
Zhao Yang had gathered so many medicinal herbs, which clearly wasn't for the sake of romance, but rather, he had some other purpose in mind.
