Turning around, Jiang Yan and Zhao Lang found their heads had been enthusiastically adorned with a plethora of fresh flowers by the local aunties.
Both men were already tall and imposing figures, and dressed in brightly colored attire, they were a sight to behold, embellished with an array of blooms.
Jiang Li couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Jiang Yan crossed his arms discontentedly and said, "What's so funny? Have you never seen your brother looking this handsome?"
Jiang Li stopped laughing, seriously examining the wreath of flowers on his head.
"Now you look even more like a flower peacock."
Jiang Yan: "......."
Zhao Lang also chuckled, then walked over to Jiang Li.
"This is for you."
Only then did Jiang Li notice the ivory-colored flower he held in his hand.
The petals were oval-shaped, with the pistil a light purple hue, simple and elegant.
Jiang Li was somewhat surprised. "Is this... Snow Cutting Grass?"
