Lan Xiu did everything in his own way to prove that he was doing it for her, he cared about her.
Who could resist such a man's affection?
Yuanya finally understood why Murong Wei was so obsessively in love with him, even willing to relinquish her pride and use any means necessary to have him.
To be loved by Lan Xiu was indeed a joy, a stroke of luck.
David didn't know when he had left, but Yuanya wandered through the flower field, feeling the fragrance-laden breeze that fluttered past her ears.
She slowly came to a stop, overwhelmed by a surreal feeling as if she were in a beautiful illusion.
Yuanya remembered that the bellflowers were quite special, they had a dual language of flowers.
One was eternal love.
The other was desperate love.
So... what was Lan Xiu trying to express...
She looked around at the bellflowers, slightly bent over, and carefully picked one to cradle in her palm.
A familiar voice arose from behind her.
