How could I not like it?
Her eyes were clearly bright as she nodded vigorously and said, "Like."
Zhou Jingwei's kiss landed on the corner of her eye, soaked with tenderness, "As long as you like it."
Cheng Weiyue asked curiously, "How do daffodils bloom in this season?"
The flowers were so delicate, struggling even to live alone in nature, yet they bloomed so recklessly at the chill end of autumn.
"They were transported from the south and ripened one by one in the warmth of a greenhouse. If only there were more, I would have definitely filled every corner inside and outside our home," Zhou Jingwei said it matter-of-factly, as though it was just an ordinary matter.
But how could it be ordinary?
At that time, she had merely mentioned it in passing; how could she have imagined that someone would take her words to heart so earnestly and go to such great lengths just to please her.
It was so rare.