So mysterious?
Yan Xinxin closed her eyes, her curiosity piqued, her heartbeat quickening.
Soon, the pleasant sound of his counting reached her ears.
"One, two, three."
As soon as the words left his lips, Yan Xinxin's vision lit up brightly.
In her sight appeared an understated yet luxurious little dress.
She'd seen many beautiful dresses before, so that wasn't surprising. What caught her attention was the belt of this particular dress.
Other dresses often had belts made of fabric or tulle, but the belt of this little dress was uniquely adorned with a circle of artificial hydrangea flowers.
Soft pink, pale violet, and pure white—the gentle shades exuded a girlish charm.
Hydrangeas, her favorite flower.
No matter how many years had passed, he remembered it deeply.
"I went around all the major malls in BL today, just to find this for my dear Yuan."
Mo Chuxi stepped forward and held Yan Xinxin's waist tightly, his gentle tone alluring as it floated into her ear.
