Qianqian—Jiang Yanshen Mouthed Breathlessly As He Witnessed This Scene With His Own Eyes.

"The greenhouse was filled with beautiful flowers. The sunlight shining through the glass on your body was especially beautiful. You looked like a character who walked out of a comic."

She turned to look at him, her eyes flickering with joy as she thought of the scene at that time.

"I didn't talk to you?" Jiang Yanshen asked again.

"No!" Lin Qingqian said in a slightly regretful tone, "At that time, the servants urged me, so I left in a hurry. In the end, I accidentally bumped into someone. You even turned around and smiled at me."

It was that smile that made the flowers in Lin Qingqian's heart bloom instantly…

Looking at him now…

Lin Qingqian stretched out her hand and poked his cheek. "How did you become an ice pick in the end? You were clearly concerned about me, but you didn't say anything good."