Looking at Song Tan again, she had already picked up a fork and directly bit off half of the creamy rose.
Seeing that Lun Chuan really touched the rose, she felt a sense of fulfilled anticipation and innocently asked him, "Doesn't it look nice?"
Lun Chuan had forgotten about the cake, placing the plate and fork aside, carefully picking up the blue rose.
Always loving cleanliness, he didn't even mind the cream on the stem below.
The tender petals, the clear and unique blue hue, the large and perfect flower, as he gently inhaled, the faint rose fragrance became more apparent.
He then softly touched the top of the petals, noting the lack of any color absorption or dye traces in the thin petal veins.
—This is real.
But how could there be a blue rose of such color in the world?
Recalling the supposed bouquet he guessed all along, he was now surprised:
"Tantan, did you cultivate it yourself?"
