"Don't mention her to me again."
Hua Qian'er hesitated.
She wanted to say that she hadn't mentioned the person at all, just talked about a lily. Why would you say such a thing?
But ultimately, she didn't say it.
She nodded finally and said,
"Alright, Sir."
As the man turned to walk into the house, there was a crackling sound, and the daisy in Hua Qian'er's hand was crushed to pieces.
The scattered petals fell into the soil.
Hua Qian'er stood still, staring at the scattered daisy petals on the ground.
Not knowing what she was thinking.
Just then, a voice came from outside the fence,
"Hello."
Hua Qian'er lifted her head at the sound.
She let go of her earlier emotions.
She steadied herself and looked at Su Yan,
"Dare I ask, what may the three of you need?"
Su Yan nodded,
"We do have a matter."
Hua Qian'er walked over, puzzled,
"What is it?"
Su Yan spoke,
"We wanted to inquire about the incident three years ago when Hu Rou drowned in the lake."
