"Strictly speaking, I am the Flower God."
When An Shihua spoke these words, Su Yan's heart skipped a beat.
This time, she was laying all her cards on the table. And quite abruptly, too.
As Su Yan processed this, his brows furrowed slightly. He looked at An Shihua, who was only a few centimeters away from him, pressed as close as lovers, and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like," she replied in a soft, gentle tone.
Because they were so close, her breath rhythmically brushed against Su Yan's face as she spoke, warm and ticklish in a comforting way.
"You're saying you're the Flower God?" Su Yan still couldn't quite digest this information and sought confirmation once more.
"Yes, I am the Flower God," An Shihua affirmed with a soft nod, as sparing with her words as ever.
After hearing An Shihua's response, Su Yan felt his thoughts becoming muddled.
