The rooftop was spacious, transformed into a stunning glass sunroom, with a cozy little resting area.
But that wasn't the highlight. The thing that surprised Yan Xinxin the most was that the sunroom was filled with her favorite hydrangeas!
Pale pink, soft purple, sky blue...
And now, at the beginning of June's early summer, it was hydrangea season, with each bloom radiating unique, dazzling beauty.
Yan Xinxin truly hadn't expected that the rooftop of Mo Chuxi's apartment would hide such a breathtaking sea of hydrangeas!
Looking at the hydrangeas before her, Yan Xinxin felt that all the frustrations she'd experienced in the past few days were slowly being soothed.
She smiled softly and reached out her slender, fair fingers toward the petals of a pale pink hydrangea.
Just as her fingertips were about to make contact with the petals, someone's voice stopped her, making her fingers abruptly withdraw.
She lifted her gaze and saw Mo Chuxi dressed in a simple, clean beige casual outfit. His posture was elegant and strikingly handsome, though his expression remained ever so aloof.
This arrogant man—did he use up all his smiles in his past life? So much so that this one only left him with an expression like everyone owed him five million dollars?
"Mr. Mo, you were generous enough to invite me to stay at your place. Are you really going to be stingy enough to forbid me from touching these flowers?"
Yan Xinxin deliberately teased him as she spoke, then turned her back to Mo Chuxi.
Her mood had initially been terrible, but now, looking at this ocean of her favorite flowers, everything felt different.
Mo Chuxi stood still for several seconds, staring at Yan Xinxin's silhouette before finally taking a step forward.
He stepped onto the small platform and entered the rooftop. The faint, fresh fragrance of the flowers lingered gently in the air.
"Mr. Mo, I didn't expect you to be someone who grows flowers—and hydrangeas, no less. Do you also like hydrangeas that much?"
Yan Xinxin asked curiously, her eyes wandering as she admired the blooms.
Mo Chuxi's brows slightly arched.
Yan Xinxin nodded, then suddenly turned her face toward him with a playful, delicate smile.
"Hydrangeas are my absolute favorite flower!"
She confessed sincerely, though the sudden turn of her smiling face caught Mo Chuxi slightly off guard.
The moonlight poured down, illuminating Yan Xinxin's gentle and graceful face.
Mo Chuxi's gaze flickered imperceptibly, and for a fleeting moment, he seemed to see someone from years prior—the girl who had turned back just and told him, "Hydrangeas, they're my favorite too!"
That fleeting smile from back then was something he could never forget.
"Huh? What's this..."
While admiring the hydrangeas, Yan Xinxin happened to glance at a frame placed on a creamy-white table.
The photo featured a pair of stunningly beautiful children—a boy and a girl. The little girl leaning against the boy held an exquisite bouquet of hydrangeas in her hands.
At her words, Mo Chuxi snapped out of his thoughts. Catching sight of Yan Xinxin staring at the photo, his handsome face darkened immediately. Striding over, he overturned the frame, standing before Yan Xinxin with an icy expression.
Why does it feel like... I've upset him again?
Seeing Mo Chuxi's frigid expression, Yan Xinxin couldn't shake off that feeling.
"I didn't mean to look at your photo. I just happened to glance at it."
Yan Xinxin quietly explained, her heart suddenly filled with an inexplicable curiosity about one thing.
"The boy in the photo is you, right? And the little girl... is she the Mu Qianyuan you've always been thinking about?"