Xie Liangchen finished speaking and did not get a response, so she looked at Song Xian in confusion.
Song Xian's eyes looked clearer than usual, and when he smiled, the corners of his eyes slightly tilted upwards, adding a touch of vividness to his usually cool and aloof phoenix eyes.
Song Xian said, "Last year when I saw you watering the crape myrtle by the window, I knew you liked crape myrtle."
Xie Liangchen did like crape myrtle, but that was because...
Song Xian said, "It's because on those two plots of mountain land left by your father, the crape myrtle flowers are the most abundant, right?"
Xie Liangchen showed an expression of surprise on her face; he even knew this?
Song Xian said, "Every time we finished talking in the east room and walked out, you'd subconsciously look, hoping for those crape myrtle flowers to bloom."
"So when I was in the Capital City, I thought I couldn't miss these crape myrtles."
