Xiao Yu looked at him innocently, after all, he was the one who said it, she wasn't intentionally making things difficult for him, "Actually, it's okay if there's no osmanthus rain, I just feel a bit regretful."
Someone has returned to being that quirky little woman again.
Gong Ting walked behind the osmanthus tree, "Isn't it easy to want a shower of osmanthus blooms? Just watch."
He grabbed the branches with both hands and suddenly started shaking them. If someone else were to do this, it would surely be crude and straightforward, but he managed to add a dash of elegance to it.
Countless osmanthus blossoms drifted down from overhead, landing on Xiao Yu's hair and shoulders, what woman wouldn't love such romance?
She reached out her hands to catch the blooms, the rich fragrance filled her nose, and the bitterness in her heart miraculously disappeared. Actually, Gong Ting was really good to her, what else could make her unhappy?
