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Xu Xing slightly opened her lips and smiled before she asked, "Silver Cloud, do you like white camellias too?"

"I don't."

"Why?" Xu Xing was baffled. If he did not like white camellias, why were there so many white camellias planted on the island? They bloomed beautifully, and one could tell that somebody had been tending to them.

"These camellias bring me many bad memories," Silver Cloud said. He grew up amidst these white camellias, and his teenage blood once tainted these flowers.

He felt as though everything had happened yesterday.

He disliked white camellias, but somebody liked them.

"But the flowers are very pretty," Xu Xing smiled sweetly and said. "Given how the flowers have bloomed so beautifully and that there's nobody else on the island, they will definitely bloom if somebody could remember how beautifully they bloomed."

As the wind blew, the fragrance of the flowers filled the island even more.