Lorenzo received the flower, its texture cold and heavy.
"Anonymous's emblem?" Lorenzo was surprised, probably didn't expect the mysterious Anonymous to use a flower as a symbol.
"What kind of flower is this?"
For Lorenzo, a rough man involved in battles, every time he interacted with flowers, he would give a wad of cash to the florist and let them choose a few bouquets himself, rarely paying attention to them.
Shao Liangye recalled the name of the flower in the Western world. According to common sense, such vocabulary would not be within Anonymous's learning scope, but since it was their emblem, everyone naturally learned a bit.
"Forget-me-not," Shao Liangye explained.
Lorenzo paused, his mind conjuring images of the lush clusters of flowers. Unexpectedly, this flower turned out to be a forget-me-not, his expression became somewhat strange, and before he could say anything, Shao Liangye spoke.
