Flowers

Long Qian Xing watched Nan Hua's expression, not knowing what she was thinking. There were many times when Long Qian Xing was curious about what Nan Hua was actually thinking because he couldn't read her expression. 

Time like this made him unconsciously watched her even more.

"In that case, I'll prepare several types of flowers with good meanings for you?" Long Qian Xing asked.

Nan Hua linked her eyes and then shook her head. "It's unnecessary."

"What if I want to give it to you?" Long Qian Xing was rarely being persistent. He looked at Nan Hua's face in front of him carefully as if he wanted to know how she would react to his words. 

Nan Hua could see Long Qian Xing's faint movements, but she ignored it. "You can give it and I'll accept it."

Her tone was calm and relatively plain.

Nan Hua had no special preferences towards flower. She could only appreciated that they were beautiful and that was it.