Qi Jingrong suddenly cracked a slight smile as he really reached out to take it, and then he brought it to his nose for a whiff, "The fragrance of orchids..." He unfurled the handkerchief, which had an orchid embroidered on it, "The orchid bears the fragrance of royalty (as Confucius once praised), indeed it complements the lady's ethereal grace."
"The gentleman himself is akin to a noble orchid and a handsome gentleman, at first sight one just..." Yang Ruyu glanced up at the other party, and then, with her head lowered, she fidgeted with her fingers vigorously, too embarrassed to continue.