“Yes, when my car passed through the garden, those two little devils didn’t even look at me, treating me like I was completely invisible,” Xing Tuo complained indignantly, just like a jealous child.
Xia Qianchi laughed softly. “Don’t laugh at me…” Xing Tuo leaned over her shoulder, lowering his head to invade her red lips, his domineering voice gradually dissipating in their intertwined breaths.
Sunlight gently shone, and in the flower bed, the hard branches of roses stretched and spread, blooming in clusters of pink flowers. Looking at the intricately blooming roses, Qianchi suddenly said: “Years ago, this flower bed was once filled with gardenia flowers.”
Xing Tuo glanced at the flower bed that hadn’t changed position for many years and said: “Really? I don’t remember. You must be mistaken.” “Yes,” Xia Qianchi affirmed.
Xia Qianchi nestled into his broad chest, the gardenia flower necklace around her neck and the earring in his ear reflecting each other in the bright sunlight, illuminating their eternal love and promise. She gently closed her eyes, a faint fragrance lingering at her nose, and in a trance, she seemed to return to that afternoon scented with gardenia flowers…
(End)
