Don't Throw It Away

"Don't throw it away!"

Jiang Yao snatched the flowers and hugged them in her arms. "I like it! I like it a lot!"

Her actions were more honest than her words. She was more worried than anything else when she learned that Lu Xingzhi was going to throw it away.

"Who was it that day who stared at that bunch of fake flowers without blinking?"

"Me! It was me!" Jiang Yao was incredibly spineless and accepted responsibility, but so what? She was enjoying the bouquet of flowers in her arms right now.

It was a bouquet of bright and beautiful roses, not a bun.

"Do you know what red roses meant?" Jiang Yao could not put it down and hugged it. Then she turned around and confronted Lu Xingzhi. She was a little emotional, and her eyes were filled with joy.

"I like you," Lu Xingzhi answered without hesitation.

"No!" Jiang Yao corrected Lu Xingzhi anxiously. "I love you."