Lingwu looked at the camellia beside her quietly, stretched out her hand and lightly touched the petals of the camellia.
Hearing the heavy footsteps approaching behind him, he slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
After the footsteps came from behind and stood in front of her, her eyes still stayed on the camellias. She raised the corner of her mouth and said lightly: "Nangong, what is your favorite flower?"
"I?"
Nangong Xuan raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly: "Not necessarily, I like all flowers, but who can say, the reason why I like everything may be because I don't like anything."
Ling Wu nodded: "You are an honest person."
Nangong Xuan chuckled: "I'm just telling the truth."
"Actually, my favorite is camellia, but I don't know why, I just don't like them planted in pots."
Ling Wu stroked the camellia with her fingers, lowered her head and smelled the almost imperceptible unique fragrance of camellia, and sighed softly: "Even if they bloom beautifully, they still make me feel like they are human pets."
"Flowers that are raised by others," Nangong Xuan casually fiddled with the strings in front of him and said with a smile in the monotonous voiceless tone: "It is not considered a flower in the first place."
They spoke softly and acted as if they were angry. Ling Yun, who stood opposite Ling Wu with a sullen face, did not exist at all.
Such an action made Ling Yun's face become even darker.
Knowing that even if she stood there for the rest of her life, the two people who were talking about flowers and plants would not raise their heads to look at her, let alone regard her as a human being, so they couldn't help but snorted heavily.
Lingyun's voice indeed made Lingwu look up at her.
But he looked at her with a cold look in his eyes, glanced at Lingyun lightly, and slightly raised the corners of his mouth: "In front of me, you'd better put away your disgusting expression."