It was a flower made of silk, sewn in the style of a peony, in the unique red of a peony. If worn by someone of Zhuang Qingning's age, it would appear a bit garish, but on a girl of Zhuang Qingsui's age, it was absolutely adorable and added to her youthful charm.
"Gorgeous." Zhuang Qingning laughed as she attached it to Zhuang Qingsui's hair. "It looks even better on you."
Zhuang Qingsui chuckled: "I chose the same kind for Sister Qiuyue. We agreed to wear these flowers tomorrow. Anyone would think we were sisters."
"At first, Sister Qiuyue didn't want to accept it, but when I mentioned it was a birthday gift for her, she accepted it and said she would give me a flower for my own birthday."
No matter what, the flower was now accepted. It was a done deal.