Ye Anran indifferently interrupted Ye Guoli's words, speaking in a light tone.
She thought, when mother chose Ye Guoli, there must have been love, so she didn't want mom to feel even a bit sad down there; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed.
Ye Guoli lowered his head, a malicious light flashing in his eyes, but when he looked up again, he still smiled, as if being very tolerant towards Ye Anran's coldness. Regardless of her attitude, he continued, "Your mom loved lilies back then, when we were at home, she would buy two bunches of lilies every day, one for the bedroom, and one for your nursery."
Those distant memories, Ye Anran couldn't remember clearly, but the deepest impression in her memory was indeed that there used to be a fresh bunch of lilies in the corner of her room every day.
But ever since mom passed away, that vase has been empty.
