In the morning light, Fu Yunhe was dressed in a black suit, holding a large bouquet of flowers in his arms.
But these flowers, yellow and white mixed together, were still a bouquet from the aster family.
Nian Shutong only felt a buzzing pain in her temples. Was this a gift? Or was he sending her away?
Every day, she would take time to learn the various cultural knowledge contained in the Earth Heart, and quite coincidentally, she had learned about funeral etiquette a few days ago.
It just hadn't occurred to Nian Shutong that she would need to use this knowledge so soon.
"What's wrong? Don't like it?"
Fu Yunhe looked down at the flowers in his arms, then at Nian Shutong's puzzled expression. Could it be that she no longer liked flowers?
Nian Shutong stepped forward and extended a hand.
Fu Yunhe obediently and efficiently handed over the wild chrysanthemums to Nian Shutong's palm, looking a bit tense as he watched her.
"Why the black suit?"
