"Satisfied? What are you dissatisfied about?" An Hao tilted her head, looking at Qin Jian with a slight curve of her lips, her dimples faintly visible.
"Because you bought the right flowers," Qin Jian replied.
"Aren't carnations typically used for visiting patients? The florist told me that, and besides, I also understand the language of flowers!" An Hao said with a smile. "Why? Were you worried I'd end up buying red roses?"
"Isn't that the case? Back at the flower shop, while you were choosing flowers, your eyes lingered on those red roses countless times. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" He wasn't blind.
"Yep, I was looking at the red roses. So what? You don't actually think I'd be foolish enough to give Yan Ye red roses, do you?" An Hao chuckled bitterly, glancing at Qin Jian. "Seriously, Captain Qin, is your brain on vacation? Yan Ye and Qiushu are about to get married. Why would I give him red roses? Besides, the one I love isn't Yan Ye. So why would I send those roses?"
