She gently sniffed, then felt that the fragrance was refreshing and very clean.
After Lu Mojing returned, he saw Qian Wei fussing with these flowers, and he walked over, "So many flowers? Who sent them?"
"Guess!" Qian Wei said with a smile.
Lu Mojing casually picked up a rose, "The flowers are too garish, not suited for you!"
Qian Wei gazed at him, and he continued, "Roses are too common, too flamboyant. You are a snow lotus from Heavenly Mountain, your beauty makes one's heart crystal clear as well."
Qian Wei gave a faint smile, "I'm not that great, you speak of me as if I were a fairy!"
But Lu Mojing pulled her to sit down, "In my eyes, in my heart, you are the most beautiful fairy! Untainted by any worldly desires, without a trace of earthly vulgarity."
"Mojing, that is just an ideal state of life, after all, people still live in the mortal world, flowers bloom in hundreds of ways, and so do people." Qian Wei gazed at him.