Bai Xiao couldn't have asked for more and immediately agreed, fleeing the cinema as if in escape.
Behind her, Ye Huang's sharply contoured face was warmed by a soft smile.
The sky had darkened completely, and the streetlights lit up, casting warm yellow halos in the night.
Bai Xiao and Ye Huang strolled down the street, hand in hand.
The Capital City at night was much cooler than during the day, and the two slowly walked along the sidewalk. Chatting in the night breeze was exceedingly pleasant.
Suddenly, a whiff of ginger lily fragrance drifted through the air. Bai Xiao followed the scent and saw an old man selling ginger lilies by the roadside.
"Ginger lilies." Bai Xiao's eyes lit up, an idea forming in her mind, "An old friend from Bo Luowei left me mountain ginger lilies. Picked from the blue sea above, coming from the home of the goddess..."
Why not design clothes with ginger lilies as the element? Such a refined flower would be a touch of spring in the cold winter.