Ling Ziyin was about to burst into laughter: "Who told you that? The flower meaning of sunflowers has always been unrequited love, you know."
"I didn't know that," Lu Nuanyang murmured, then suddenly turned to the store clerk: "Sorry, I don't want them anymore."
The clerk had been preparing to wrap them up, but wasn't upset at this and simply said: "Why not choose some different flowers? There are plenty suitable for friends."
She had overheard their conversation just now.
Lu Nuanyang was a bit flustered and waved his hand: "I won't buy them for now... sorry, I'll come back and buy them after school this afternoon."
He was tall and handsome, wearing unbranded clothes that didn't look cheap.
The clerk smiled: "Alright, feel free to drop by anytime."
As they left the flower shop, Ling Ziyin asked him: "So, who are you giving them to? Why are you giving someone flowers without knowing their meaning?"
Lu Nuanyang was a bit speechless.
