The vibrant red roses, bursting with color, were indeed beautiful. But Lin Qingya's features were like a painting, heavenly in their beauty, outshining the roses in her arms with a delicate charm that, set against the blooms, made her seem like the fairy of a hundred flowers, captivatingly enchanting.
Witnessing this supreme beauty, Qin Hai lost himself for a moment, utterly mesmerized, and couldn't help but praise, "Qingya, you are truly beautiful!"
Lin Qingya glanced up and saw Qin Hai staring at her dumbfoundedly as if bewitched. A hint of pride couldn't help but rise in her heart. Silently calling him a fool, she rolled her eyes at him, then, cradling the roses, she turned and walked away, a sweet smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Little did she know, Qin Hai chased after her, grabbed her hand, and said, "Come on, let's go dance!"
Lin Qingya was taken aback. Was there a dance hall somewhere around here?