Yao Qing thought, perhaps Yu Yanshen wanted to use the language of this flower to tell her.
Everything has two sides, his intentions weren't bad?
And another meaning of the flower—lovers who have seen it always end their love with death.
It seemed like a tragedy, but in fact, from another perspective, it also highlighted eternal love.
After all, everyone dies, and to end this love with death is to prove that the love lasted until the end of life.
Yu Yanshen, oh Yu Yanshen...
So far, his feelings for her were just of liking, of interest.
How could love that might disappear at any time be called eternal?
Even giving a flower had so many deep meanings.
Yao Qing arranged it and put it in a vase; with just a casual trim, it became a beautiful scene on its own.
After all, flower arranging was a mandatory course for ladies of status that she had taken for six or seven years.
She tidied up her home a bit and then, donning sunglasses, she went out.