This was the first time that Jun Wu Xie saw Jun Wu Yao dressed in white. While he looked good, he also looked out of sorts. Somehow the wash of white was unsuitable for him.
The fragrance from the flowers filled her nose as Jun Wu Xie looked at the sea of flowers held suspended from Jun Wu Yao's hands. She was momentarily stunned.
Not knowing why, she thought of her past life where she once walked along the street and saw men holding bouquets of flowers awaiting.
At that time, Jun Wu Xie did not know what they were doing. Even now, she does not understand what Jun Wu Yao was doing as well.
An indulgent, evil smile hung from Jun Wu Yao's mouth. That madness was inconsistent with his white clothing. Although he looked handsome, it made people feel out of place.
Qiao Chu and the rest, who were affected by the sea of flowers, stared dumbly at a seemingly different Jun Wu Yao. Every pair of eyes were wide opened.
