So, Song Shijia earnestly explained, "A little white flower is simply a small white flower. When someone is compared to a little white flower, it's because their skin is fair."
After saying this, Song Shijia felt that she had made up such nonsense she couldn't even look at it.
Yet Yun Qiluo actually believed it, nodding her head as if she had a sudden revelation:
"Oh, so that's how it is."
Song Shijia: "..." Why does she feel even more like she's leading a child astray??
Afraid that she might make some shocking move later, she quickly added, "But it's not a good metaphor, so don't take it to heart."
Why is fair skin not a good metaphor?
Yun Qiluo looked down at herself. She thought, doesn't that make her a little white flower too?
If someone said she was a little white flower, she would definitely be happy.
She tugged at her hair, unable to figure it out, but she didn't dwell on it further.
