Yeh Cangqiong shook his head. In the end, he gave in, walked to the flowerbed by the roadside, and picked a red rose.
The roses in the park's flowerbeds were mostly wild varieties, their blooms small and devoid of fragrance.
Still, since she wanted it, he could only pick one.
"Here you go!"
He handed the tiny rose, no larger than a thumb, to her.
She waved her hand and pointed at her hair bun. "Put it in my hair!"
"You... It'll look awful with this flower in your hair. Are you sure you want it?"
"Hey, what's with the way you're talking? Even eighty-year-old grannies wear these beautifully. How am I ugly?" Chi Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at him.
He took a deep breath, letting her have her way, and placed the wild rose in her hair.
"Does it look good?" She shook her small head playfully.
He reached out to ruffle her bangs and chuckled softly. "It looks great!"
Seeing her being as willful and mischievous as a child, he found that he couldn't get upset with her.
"I want more!"
