Sheng Yi didn't realize how radiant and beautiful her smile was when she received the flowers. It was a kind of gentle beauty unique to Eastern women, sweet and lively, attracting mostly the attention of the men around.
She lowered her head to sniff the flowers in her arms.
Ninety-nine bright red Louis XVI roses, bold and flamboyant, just like her current mood.
But...
Sheng Yi suddenly frowned.
The flowers in her arms were indeed beautiful, but unfortunately, she hadn't worn her prettiest dress today, nor had she done her makeup meticulously. She just casually put herself together before going out. If she'd known there would be such a surprise, she would have dressed up.
