Chapter 83 What Shouldn’t Be Heard?
Su Lu took advantage of the moment she was touring with Jiang Li to fish a pill of ibuprofen out of her bag and swallowed it dry.
She didn’t know if it was the quick onset of the medication or the placebo effect, but she soon felt as if the pain had subsided.
There was a garden behind the Jiang Residence, not planted with any particularly precious flowers, but when they bloomed, they did so profusely, and the sight was quite beautiful. There were trellises covered with clematis with leaves shaped like sunflowers, blossoming with little red star-shaped flowers. Vines of rose bushes climbed another trellis, blooming with pink and white double-petal roses.
And there were hydrangeas of various colors, blooming in large clusters, along with some unruly bellflowers, sprouting sporadically, their deep purple flowers bursting forth.
"They were all planted by my mom," said Jiang Li as he noticed her staring intently, seemingly enchanted by the little garden.
Su Lu, "It’s really beautiful, no wonder you often visit flower shops."
Hearing this, Jiang Li froze for a moment, his lips forming a shallow curve, but his gaze flickered with an indescribable sadness that vanished as quickly as it had come.
Then he picked up a pair of gardening scissors from nearby and asked nonchalantly, "Like any flowers? Want me to cut a bunch for you to take back?"
Su Lu waved her hand, "No need..." Before she could finish her sentence, there was a snip of the scissors, "...really."
A pink-blue hydrangea flower was cut off without mercy, followed by white roses and deep purple bellflowers.
Jiang Li handled the scissors with efficienct snips, not only skillful in his movements, but also good at matching the colors of the flowers—he could have been mistaken for a professional.