"Care for a drink?"
Lin Shen chuckled and stood up. He casually picked up the bouquet of roses from the opposite sofa, brought it over to Qin Yuenan, and asked softly,
"Do you like them?"
"..."
Qin Yuenan instinctively hugged the roses Lin Shen had given her. The bright red petals were still dotted with tiny dewdrops, and a rich fragrance washed over her.
She took a soft breath in, then slowly exhaled. Her pounding heart was suddenly enveloped in a deep sense of warmth and happiness.
She had never imagined she would be treated like this.
Before, she had only ever scrolled past similar pictures and videos online, and she'd always thought the girls who were moved to tears were being overly dramatic.
But now that she was the one in the story, Qin Yuenan suddenly felt a rush of emotion that made her eyes sting.
A woman's sentimentality is a double-edged sword.
