Bang!
Yang Fei snapped his fingers, and his gaze suddenly became sharp.
"Sister Lan is a smart person, you got it right."
Yang Fei said, turning around, casually taking a bundle of dried red roses from the hall cabinet and placing it on the table.
The dried flowers were treated with a special process to dry out the moisture in the petals while maintaining the bloom's vivid intention.
These dried flowers are perfect for home decoration, found in many people's homes or public places.
Sister Lan watched Yang Fei take the dried red roses, a hint of amazement in her eyes.
"What are you up to?"
Yang Fei smiled mysteriously: "You'll find out in a moment."
He said, gently blowing a breath upon the thoroughly dried flowers.
A miracle occurred. The dried flowers suddenly radiated a brilliant glow akin to clouds.
The wilting flowers suddenly bloomed, petals full and moist, brimming with vibrant vitality.
