Jing Tianchen stopped in his tracks and looked behind him; Mo Yuxin had already run off. His eyes darkened slightly, and he continued walking forward.
"Jing Tianchen, wait for me."
Mo Yuxin ran up to Jing Tianchen holding wild roses and flowers, offering them to him, "I picked these, do you like them? They're for you!"
She chased him, so she gave him flowers.
"Don't despise them, they're quite pretty."
Mo Yuxin showed a sweet and delicate smile.
"I don't want them."
Jing Tianchen replied indifferently.
Mo Yuxin stepped forward, "I picked these myself. It's my first time giving flowers to someone, just accept them. I worked hard picking them, even injured my hand. Please take them."
Mo Yuxin showed her hand that had been pricked by the thorns of the roses, hoping Jing Tianchen would soften and accept her flowers upon seeing her wounds.
Jing Tianchen looked at Mo Yuxin's hand; her fair and delicate hand had several small holes, bleeding a little.
