Fu Lun approached her at an unhurried pace, and like a magician conjuring a trick, suddenly had a pink wildflower in his hand. Lifting his hand, he tucked it into her hair by her temple, looking at her with a beaming smile, "No rush, no rush, our focus is on participation."
The girl before him was, truly, lovelier than any flower.
The camera deliberately zoomed in a little, capturing every nuance of their expressions. Dressed in matching sportswear, the two of them didn't seem like siblings at this moment. Instead, there was a subtle hint of romance in the air.
By now, Yan Luoxi was no longer as tense or anxious, thanks to him. She took off the wildflower and playfully tucked it into the brim of Fu Lun's cap, teasing, "Flowers suit the beautiful, not bad at all."
