"Then what do you like?" He asked again, his lips curving slightly.
Summer Ford's gaze seemed to flicker, her downcast eyes lifted, she stared at him for a while, then gave an answer that surprised Ethan Laurent: "Sakura grass!"
Ethan Laurent was momentarily stunned, then his lips unknowingly curled up slightly.
"Let's go back." Summer Ford didn't say much, gently pushed him away, and walked straight out of the dance studio.
Back in her room, she took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and went to the garden to read a book for the whole morning.
She returned to her room at noon.
As soon as the door opened, a burst of floral fragrance hit her.
She paused for a moment, then suddenly pushed the door open.
The spacious room was filled with bunches of Sakura grass scattered around, spreading from the balcony door. The serene blue petals, like the color reflected quietly by the light at night, illuminated the entire room, overwhelming and intense.
