"Which sir?"
But before the little boy could answer, he just smiled and ran away.
Su Qianci lowered her eyes to look at the calla lily in her hand, smiled slightly, and shouted: "Mr. Lu, stop playing, I know it's you!"
However, soon there was another sound of brisk footsteps in front of him, this time it was a young girl, "The flower language of forget-me-not is eternal love."
Su Qianci took it, and the girl quickly ran away. After a while, another girl came and handed her a purple tulip.
"Purple tulips represent my husband's endless love for you."
Every time one person left, there would always be another one coming over and handing her a beautiful, fresh flower.
"The white lotus represents the gentleman's sincere heart and the purest faith."
"The flower language of honeysuckle is 'I want to give you all the best of me'."
"The lisianthus flower represents the gentleman's most loyal and sincere love for you."
"Lavender represents gratitude and protection."
"99 lilies wish you a long and happy marriage."
…
This was the day when Su Qianci heard the most flower language. The more flowers she received from them, the more uneasy she felt.
Su Qianci looked at the large bouquet of various flowers in her hand, and her guilt towards Lu Yihan deepened.
She asked Lu Yihan out today because she wanted to tell him that she regretted her decision.
But…
Why does Lu Yihan do this
How should she speak next
More and more people gathered around, and everyone thought that Su Qianci would look happy, but after seeing her expression, they all looked at each other in confusion.
Someone picked up his phone to take a video, and suddenly, exclamations were heard all around.
I saw a beautiful bicycle riding in from the opposite side of where Su Qianci was standing.
The bodies of the bicycles were transparent, and the riders entered the square carrying baskets full of bright red roses.
Each basket is full, fresh and beautiful, and the faint fragrance quickly spreads.
The cyclist stopped beside Su Qianci, and one bicycle after another soon stopped around the edge of the square.
Five, ten, fifteen... The number of cyclists and bicycles kept increasing, and baskets of bright red roses were carried to the center of the square.
Each flower is bright red, fresh and vibrant.
There was a cry of surprise and shock all around:
"Brother Word, you are amazing. There are so many roses. Could it be 9,999?"
"You are stupid, how is it possible? There must be more than that! There must be at least 999 flowers in each basket. Damn, it's not over yet? How many are there?"
"Quickly posting videos on Weibo, how rich!"
…
Su Qianci looked in shock at the increasing number of riders who kept coming in.
Those full flower baskets were placed in the center of the square. Bicycles went out one after another and came in. In a short while, there were dozens of flower baskets.
Someone in the back was counting, shouting, “88, 89, 90… 97, 98, 99, 100!”
After losing the last number, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and shouted, "It's finally over! Oh my god, this is the first time in my life that I've seen so many flowers!"
"Qianqian." Lu Yihan's voice came from behind Su Qianci.
When Su Qianci heard the voice, her back stiffened.
Looking at the big bunch of flowers in my hands and the sea of fiery roses that filled the square in front of me, my heart felt like it was grabbed by a ghost and I felt so sad that I couldn't speak.
(End of this chapter)