Zhou Yitang listened intently to every word he said.
Her naturally aloof brows furrowed deeply.
Why does he keep mentioning others, but never her?
In her thoughts, Zhou Yitang suddenly remembered that Min Ning intended to send him flowers, and her brows furrowed further.
After a moment of contemplation, she suddenly said, "The flowers have bloomed."
Chen Yi, who had been talking about Taihua Mountain earlier, froze in confusion. Not understanding her words, he noticed the autumn flowers still in bloom and found it rather intriguing.
He picked one, then smiled and said, "You're right. When the time comes, I'll make a long journey to bring Luan Huang a flower—she'll definitely be moved."
Zhou Yitang: "...…"
The one-armed woman fell silent. She spoke as much as she intended; if he didn't understand, then he simply didn't understand.
She had never asked too much in such regard.
The two walked leisurely along the mountain trail for roughly three or four miles.
