Gu Zixuan returned to Yu Wei's home and started to continue working.
It's just the roses that were brought back...
She glanced at it, hesitated for a moment, then found a swan-shaped crystal vase, inserted them all inside, and arranged them in the living room.
Finally, she pulled out one of them, trimmed the leaves and stem, placed it in a small crystal bottle, and took it to the bedroom.
As the night gradually deepened, Yu Yuanshen saw the striking snow-white flowers at the entrance as he changed into slippers upon returning from overtime.
Branch by branch, they were as elegant as Zurich's winter snow.
His brown eyes half-closed, paused for a moment, then he stepped into the bedroom and called out to Yu Youxuan.
"Youxuan, who sent the roses in the living room?"
