Noah's eyes darkened again.
Madam, I'm not here to chat with you. I'm here to win back my wife, he thought scornfully.
Despite his internal complaints, Noah still walked over and sat opposite the old lady.
Just a moment ago, the old lady had seemed drowsy, but upon seeing Noah, she became quite spirited. Though her eyes were still slightly narrowed, the look they conveyed was... how should one describe it? Gentle at first glance, but sharp upon closer inspection.
Glancing at Noah's hands, the old lady casually remarked, "Well now, why are you empty-handed? No flowers? Not even a single blade of grass? Young man, are you having financial difficulties? This old woman still has some personal savings. How about I lend you some to get a bouquet?"
Noah, whose handsome face had been expressionless, almost flinched at the old lady's words.
This old lady's way of speaking...
It was true, however, that he had come empty-handed; no flowers, not even a blade of grass.
