Yan Huan was a bit afraid to take the risk.
But unconsciously, a dark green ring still emerged in the palm of his hand.
"Usually, no one comes here, after all, it's territory of the abandoned department... Now the student council takes care of it, and occasionally some students come to grow some flowers."
Yan Huan looked normal, but in fact, his nerves were stretched to the limit.
"By the way, Sister Shiyu, do you like gardening?"
"..."
Ye Shiyu stared straight at Yan Huan, at his black, messy fringe, and at the corners of his mouth and Adam's apple.
It was as if she was looking at a beautiful flower.
She gripped her phone tighter, and after a moment of silence, she spoke,
"I like it..."
"Really? Then, Sister Shiyu, would you like to try taking care of some flowers?"
"Someone else's?"
Ye Shiyu furrowed her brow and looked around at the flowerpots inscribed with other people's names, looking displeased.
