Lu Xiu lowered his head, his gaze meeting her misty eyes. He murmured softly, "It's a very familiar scent."
Liang Wan smiled, caressing his face. "It's the fragrance ointment made from that 'Green Peony'."
Lu Xiu was slightly taken aback. "Isn't that your favorite flower?"
Liang Wan lowered her gaze and nodded. "But do you know why I love it?"
The light in Lu Xiu's eyes dimmed, and he fell silent.
Liang Wan sighed softly. "It's clearly a chrysanthemum, yet it was crowned with the name of a peony. It's heartbreaking to hear. Are they admiring a chrysanthemum with their eyes but remembering a peony in their hearts? Tell me, is that love, or is it mockery?"
Lu Xiu frowned, looking at the woman in his arms. "Perhaps it doesn't care. Love lies in the heart, not in the form."
Liang Wan looked up at him and smiled faintly. "You're right. I made its flowers into a fragrance ointment not because I don't love it, but so it could stay with me in a different way."
