The spacious and luxurious deck of the yacht was covered in red rose petals, each one so tender and alluring against the backdrop of green leaves, fresh and enchanting. A gentle breeze wafted through, carrying a subtle fragrance, stirring the excited heart of the young girl on the meticulously arranged yacht.
Stiff as a puppet, she followed Han Luoli to the center, even going on tiptoe, taking great care not to damage any of the delicate blooms.
She wasn't wearing shoes, yet she could clearly feel that the thorns of the roses had been trimmed, harmless to anyone.
In this beautiful fantasy world, an ocean of flowers, she indulged in a princess-like luxury, as if she was in a dream so fragile it would shatter on touch, still hardly believing it was real.
The man, with a smile, watched her, waiting for her to come back to her senses slowly.
Kneeling on one knee, a bunch of sparkling crystal roses suddenly appeared in his hand.
