"Do you like it here? This is the secret garden I've specially arranged for you. Inside, there are exactly 9,999 roses and 111 butterflies."
Both these numbers are very meaningful.
Mo Ran withdrew her finger, and the colorful butterfly flew to another place, startled.
"Mr. Yuan, I admit, this place is very beautiful. From a purely appreciative perspective, I like it very much."
Fujiwara Ize looked straight into her eyes, a hint of allure in his gaze, "So, are you a little moved? I want to hear the truth, your sincere words."
Mo Ran smiled faintly, "No, I don't feel moved at all."
"You're lying."
"I'm not lying to you. My heart belongs to my husband. Besides him, I won't be moved by any other man."
Fujiwara Ize gazed deeply at her, trying to see through her heart.
Mo Ran calmly met his gaze, but he couldn't see through her at all.
"Mr. Yuan, I've seen what you wanted to show me. I should go now. Goodbye." Mo Ran turned to leave, but he grabbed her.
