"Do these sunflowers look nice?" Mingchong stood beside her, his eyes reflecting the vast golden sea of sunflowers, a faint smile graced his lips.
Ye Jiuliang hummed in response, "Did you plant them?"
Mingchong said, "When I first started planting, these flowers often failed to survive, so I sought out a floriculturist to learn about flower cultivation for a while. It's a pity, such a pity…"
Toward the end, a trace of sorrow crossed the depths of his eyes.
It was a pity that the flowers had bloomed but the person who adored them was no longer there.
Ye Jiuliang caught the regret in his words and glanced at him, suddenly remembering the matching rings on a necklace he had shown her the last time they met.
Could it be that he had planted these flowers for the person he liked?
"Let's not talk about that. I'm going to cook, what would you like to eat?"
"Anything, I'm not picky," she replied.
He took a step away but then turned back to ask, "Can you handle spicy food?"
