"A girl must definitely be more reserved." Gu Haitang thought to herself, I'm not like Qingqing, that kind of shameless woman.
"And also, at that time, I actually wasn't quite sure about my own feelings..."
Chu Xuan nodded, then suddenly let go of Gu Haitang's hand and walked over to the rock wall, picking a blooming Haitang flower.
The flower was light pink, with tips that gradually turned white, like a blush, quite beautiful.
Chu Xuan turned back and placed the flower in Gu Haitang's hair. "The beauty of Haitang lies in both its elegant appearance and its graceful charm. It suits you well."
Haitang's pretty face reddened slightly, but she still asked, "Is this a gift just for me, or do other girls get one too?"
Chu Xuan was speechless, "Just for you."
"Then do you know why I'm named Haitang?"
Chu Xuan smiled, "I do, because Haitang has no fragrance."
Haitang was a bit surprised, then pretended to be angry, "Oh, so you've been sniffing me daily for my scent, is that it?"
