Su Wan silently looked at the roses in her arms, then opened the door and returned to the bedroom.
The roses were exquisitely wrapped, traditional red roses.
Su Wan felt somewhat helpless, her least favorite flowers were red roses, but considering Gu Nanzhou was such a straightforward man, he probably didn't know what kind of flowers girls liked.
The blossoms were large, blooming wantonly with a sense of hierarchy; they seemed freshly picked, with dewdrops still clinging to the petals, giving off a fragrant aroma.
Looking at them, they were different from the ordinary red roses, exuding a sense of luxury everywhere.
In the middle of the roses, there was a gilded card with golden patterns printed on the edges, which read: "For Wanwan."
Su Wan stared at the beautiful font, slightly lost in thought, and after pondering, she decided to keep the flowers for now, as it would be a pity to throw them away.
She busied herself and filled every available vase in the house with flowers.
