"Those who truly love flowers won't be saddened by their withering, because each withering and fall represents the end of one cycle and the beginning of the next...."
Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Yanyan looked up blankly at him. Her big, "sparkling" eyes, together with the slightly red corners from crying, made her look pitifully charming.
Upon seeing this, Qiu Tu lowered his head to look at her and then gave a nonchalant smile, "Those are all grand truths."
"In the face of such a beautiful young lady, it is only right for me to make the flowers bloom anew."
As he spoke, Qiu Tu's hand slowly swept over the withered flowers on the table.
The next second, Yanyan smelled a fragrance of flowers. She turned her head and saw that the withered flowers on the table had indeed come back to life and bloomed!
With a surprised expression, she opened her eyes wide and covered her small mouth in disbelief.
