Anning's pov
I looked away from the flattened flower to Wanqing, then back to the flower again. It was obvious Wanqing was trying to kill me at this point.
"Why would you do that?" I asked, my eyes narrowed at her. "That was MY flower."
"There are many roses in this residence. This one doesn't exactly matter." Gu Wanqing responded, shrugging.
"That isn't the point." I half yelled.
"It came from someone else. It's dirty." She finally looked me in the eyes.
I frowned, "Excuse me? You crushed it because Young Master Lin gave it to me?"
"You look hideous with it on you." She said, her lips curling slightly.
"Wanqing!"
"Hm?"
"You're being utterly unreasonable." I said, stomping my foot in annoyance.
"I don't disagree with you."
I opened my mouth, closed it again, then let out a small sigh.
This woman... would be the literal ending of me.
I felt Wanqing take my hand in hers as if nothing unusual had happened and as if this was normal.
"He's waiting."
