Zhuang Xian seemed to have been stunned by this spectacular view. After a long while, she turned around and looked at Mo Qian. She nodded her head slightly and said, "I know,"
As a top fashion designer, Zhuang Xian was well aware of such common sense.
"The meaning of the hibiscus mutabilis is a pure, noble, and slender beauty." Zhuang Xian added.
Mo Qian nodded, his eyes looking at the sea of flowers in the manor. He chuckled and said, "You're right. I didn't expect you to have such a wide range of knowledge!"
"What's wrong with that? isn't that just a question of common sense?" Zhuang Xian said calmly.
Mo Qian moved a short distance before her and said with a faint smile, "Is it common sense? But many people don't know. The world loves the beauty of peonies and the wealth and glory it represents, but I always feel that it's not as beautiful as hibiscus. Do you know why?"
