I brushed my fingers over the flowers in the field. They were all so beautiful and with different colours. I felt sad for the fact that they were going to be plucked out and were going to be sold, only to wither away.
"So beautiful. . . ." I held a lily by its stem. I just wanted to hold it in my hand without plucking get out. It looked beautiful.
"Are you talking about yourself?"
I smiled and shook my head, pointing to the flower I said, "The flower; lily, I am talking about. It is a beautiful flower. I think it compares to the rose in beauty."
Tristan hummed and I felt him immediately felt myself being heated up. The proximity that we had after led me to feel new feelings that I had never felt before. One of them was security. "I think the rose is Prettier."
"Nice opinion." I commented dryly and he chuckled.