"Zhang Zhaoyuan, these flowers are beautiful."
The two of them sat on the bench, and Bai Xiao deliberately kept some distance.
Zhang Zhaoyuan smiled sweetly, "As long as you like them, that's all that matters. I can send you roses every day." Given his family's resources, he could easily say such things—and no girl had ever been able to resist this kind of floral offensive.
As long as the person he liked was happy, he'd do anything, even go through fire and water.
But flowers had nothing to do with that!
Bai Xiao hesitated for a moment—this wasn't what she meant.
"Zhang Zhaoyuan, what I mean is, these flowers are beautiful, but they're not right for me. So please don't send me flowers anymore." Direct and unapologetic, she had to make sure Zhang Zhaoyuan saw the reality, even if it hurt.
For a long moment, Zhang Zhaoyuan didn't react. After a heavy silence, he finally spoke, "You mean you don't like roses? Okay, then what do you like? Lilies, carnations, tulips, or..."
