Jiang Sheng's expression changed slightly. He awkwardly took back the roses and sat beside her impolitely. "Don't say that, Miss Shi. I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you very much."
"Oh." Shi Man leaned back in the wooden chair disinterestedly and closed her eyes gently.
Jiang Sheng hesitated for a moment and was about to continue getting close to her when he heard Shi Man's distant voice. "Sit further away. The smell of your inferior perfume is too strong. I hate it."
Jiang Sheng's face turned pale. He subconsciously tightened his grip on the bouquet, but he was accidentally pricked by the spikes that had not been cleaned. He gasped in pain and said aggrievedly, "Miss Shi, I'm bleeding. Open your eyes and take a look!"