The little woman's palm was outstretched, he directly took the petals from her palm, bit by bit, and put them into a glass bottle.
"Yihan, it's so lucky these petals haven't been damaged by the frost," Su Ge said happily to him.
The man remained expressionless, only opening his mouth after putting the last petal into the bottle, "If they can't be preserved for two days, then they won't be able to be appreciated anymore."
Such words were quite the mood killer.
Su Ge pouted immediately, "Why wouldn't they be appreciated? As a medical student, I have ways to make them stay vibrant forever."
Even more vibrant than now.
If they couldn't be appreciated after two days, why would she bother to pick them?
This man really underestimated her.
The man glanced at her indifferently without saying a word.
Su Ge then turned around and continued picking petals.
The snow continued to fall endlessly.
At Changqing Hospital, Mu Zhenzhen stood in a gown by the window, quietly gazing outside.
