Ruan Qun stood at the top of the staircase, and when Duan Xi suddenly emerged from the room next door, holding a large bouquet of roses, the smile on his face gradually faded. By the time Ruan Jiaojiao happily accepted the flowers, and the two exchanged smiles as if no one else could intervene, his smile had completely frozen.
Compared to the grand bouquet of one hundred and one roses in Duan Xi's hands, the single rose wrapped in cellophane in his own hand seemed so pitiful.
The nine brothers had originally planned to wait for Ruan Jiaojiao at the staircase. He was first, followed by the other eight in line, waiting for Ruan Jiaojiao to walk up to him so he could present her with the rose he held behind his back, along with a blessing.
Nine brothers, each with a rose, each with a line, each standing on a step… just imagine, what a great idea it was.
But now, the entire scene had been ruined by Duan Xi's eye-catching bouquet of roses!
