Tang Qingxue stood dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, as Yin Hun the Nineteenth smiled serenely, "This is for you!"
Tang Qingxue excitedly looked at him, "Where did you get this? I've never seen such beautiful roses!"
Yin Hun the Nineteenth smiled faintly, "When I was a child, I passed by a garden and happened to see a white Rose Garden. After growing up, I never saw them again."
"So you've been going out these past few days to look for this missing Rose Garden?"
Tang Qingxue noticed some dirt on Yin Hun's body, especially on the knees of his pants, which had a few creases like he had fallen, and his hands were scratched by rose thorns, blood stains everywhere. She looked at him with a heart full of pain.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth smiled serenely, "Yes, it's a bit difficult relying solely on smell for searching. But now I've found it, it's over at the cemetery in West City..."
