"These don't have pollen, you don't need to worry about allergies." Leng Zimo smiled.
Looking at the roses in the box, Luo Xiaoqian felt a warm flutter in her chest. She carefully closed the box and looked up at Leng Zimo.
"Zimo, thank you. These flowers are beautiful."
"As long as you like them."
Under the light, his features appeared even more profound, and in his gaze, she saw the familiar indulgence.
Just like five years ago.
Without a word, she raised her hand to rest on his shoulder, stood on tiptoe, and gently kissed his lips. His arms naturally came around her, embracing her, and he kissed back.
In the distance, Leng Zirui watched the kissing couple through a telescope, then lowered it with a look of disdain, "I really can't stand these lovey-dovey couples, kissing all the time, what's so great about kissing?"
Beside him, Seo Shaochuan chuckled, "That's because you've never been in love. Wait until you fall for someone, you'll understand."
