The dried flowers in the box were just ordinary little daisies and lilies. Their shriveled stems and leaves had gone through dehydration; even in their withered state, the shape of the blossoms could still be seen.
Leng Feng handed the bouquet, box and all, carefully and meticulously to Jiang Che, his eyes lingering reluctantly on the box before finally looking away.
"If it's really so precious, you should keep it yourself," Jiang Che said, lowering his gaze to the box in his hands.
Neither the box nor the flowers inside bore so much as a scratch.
It was clear that their owner had protected them extremely well.
Such a precious thing—he couldn't understand why Leng Feng was handing it to him.
"No need. Giving this to you is for the best." Leng Feng shook his head and withdrew his gaze.
"What kind of flowers are these?" Jiang Che saw they were just ordinary daisies and lilies, but he guessed Leng Feng meant something else by giving them to him.
