"Do you like this patch of gardenias?" He asked in a calm breath, his tone gentle and warm.
Shi Nuan made a soft sound of agreement, her dark eyes quivering slightly, and said, "My mother liked them, so I like them..."
The man seemed to nod, his voice low and magnetic, "I like them too..."
"Why?"
There is always a reason for liking a certain flower. He planted so many, he must really like them!
A faint smile appeared on his handsome face as he looked at the gardenias, his dark eyes bright, with a hint of dreaminess.
His fair skin mixed with the soft light of the evening becoming excessively gentle and smooth, somewhat unreal.
He spoke, his voice light, "Because the woman I care about loved them very much..."
Shi Nuan was momentarily stunned, so that's it...
Of course, Shi Nuan would not associate this woman with herself; this house started construction five years ago, and she didn't know Song Yansheng five years ago...
