At this moment, Qingxue walked over, moving slowly because her leg injury had just recently healed.
He patiently waited for her until she opened the door and came out.
"Why did you come out?" Beitang asked, unable to contain the joy in his heart, yet still feigning casualness.
Qingxue was slightly taken aback; she didn't know why she suddenly wanted to come down, as the journey was a bit strenuous for her.
"To see the flowers you wanted to give me." She casually found an excuse, then extended her palm towards him, "Let me see."
"Ahem..." Beitang said, "They're not beautiful anymore."
"Hurry up."
Beitang had no choice but to pass the flowers to her. It was so awkward; if he had known things would turn out like this, he wouldn't have picked this flower casually.
They wilted too quickly.
Qingxue took them and looked, "They're beautiful, thank you!"
"Do you really think they're beautiful?" Beitang looked at her.
