In the end, Song Qinglian spoke first and continued to say as he said just now, "I...I know Brother Xuan, you treat me well, I...I cherish my friendship with you."

"If you think today's affairs are a misunderstanding, let it go. When you meet Miss Yao in the future, don't blame her for today's affairs."

"I know." Ming Jingxuan nodded: "If she was not so willful, I would not scold her. For such a thing, I will not quarrel with her once or twice. It will be fine after that, and no one will mention it again."

"No matter what, she is my junior sister. No matter how quarrels are, she is still a relative. Can she have any overnight revenge?"

"It's just a pity." He picked up the broken and withered rose on the ground, sighed softly, with a little regret, "It's a pity that my carefully cultivated rose has been destroyed in such a long time."

Looking at the rose, Song Qinglian couldn't help but wonder: "Brother Xuan, is this rose any origin? I think you care about this rose in particular."

Ming Jingxuan whispered: "It's not that there is any origin. It's just that I have been working hard in recent days. I want to decorate the back garden, so I carefully planted a rose field."

"But these roses are not easy to cultivate. I have planted them for a long time, but they have only bloomed a few flowers. I cherish these roses very much, and I have told my fellow brothers and sisters in Minghuitang many times, don't touch these roses."

"But this Xiaojiu took my words as a breath of hearing. I have cultivated them carefully for so long and finally bloomed, but she pulled them down. How could I not be angry about this?"

"Is it the rose planted by Brother Xuan himself?" Song Qinglian couldn't help but be curious. She didn't expect that Ming Jingxuan was so cold in front of him, and she was so leisurely in private, which was quite interesting.

"Yes." Ming Jingxuan said: "I planted it in my spare time in the back garden. If you are interested, I will take you to see it."

"Okay." Song Qinglian naturally wanted to stand up.

"Hey, be careful." Seeing that Song Qinglian was about to get up, Ming Jingxuan hurriedly took care of her, "The ointment on your feet has just melted, be careful, don't hurt it."

"Well, I know." Song Qinglian smiled softly, stood up holding the chair.

She still walked the same way, without any inappropriateness, no pain, and no discomfort in her legs and feet. She was also a slight sprain, and it was not a big deal, but Ming Jingxuan was too nervous.

Seeing that she could walk normally, Ming Jingxuan finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll be relieved if you can leave, as long as it's okay."

His nervousness and care for himself came from the bottom of his heart. This warmth that was beyond words permeated the whole heart of Song Qinglian.

She just turned her head and returned with Ming Jingxuan's most sincere and pure smile, without saying anything, and silence is better than sound at this moment.

The smile was as bright as the rosy light, and the eyes with autumn water were still as pure as spring water. It was her sincere and pure appearance that completely opened his long-clouded heart.

He couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. At this moment, in his heart, even all things in the world could not be compared with her.

He took her to the back garden of Minghuitang. Although it was a garden, there were not many flowers planted, but the terrain was empty and quiet, which was just a place to train the voices for the disciples of Minghuitang.

And that fertile soil is where roses are planted.

"This is the roses I planted here." Ming Jingxuan only had that flower field. "Although this is a back garden, there are no flowers, and it seems too empty."

"I have bloomed the flower fields here, wanting to cultivate some roses and add some vitality here. I have planted them for a long time and have done a lot of cultivation work."

"But so far, only so many of them bloom, and the rest have not improved, and I don't know why. Maybe this rose is really difficult to cultivate."

There was a flower field planted with roses, but only a few bloomed, and the rest were in bud.

Looking at the rose field, Song Qinglian couldn't help but feel curious and asked Ming Jingxuan: "Brother Xuan, roses."

The growth habits are special, and it is really difficult to cultivate compared to other flowers. Why do you choose roses to plant here?"

Ming Jingxuan looked at the flower field with a few profound meanings in his eyes: "I also know that roses are not easy to cultivate, but I just want to cultivate roses here."

"I like the fragrance of roses. What I like is that it can still bloom beautiful flowers among the thorns. Ordinary people say that roses are not easy to get close to, and they don't like these thorny flowers."

"But I love it. Even with thorns, anyone can bloom the most gorgeous flowers. How many people can know the hardships behind this."

Song Qinglian looked at the blooming roses carefully. Although not many blooming, every blooming flower bloomed was the most gorgeous flower.

At this moment, looking at Ming Jingxuan again, I couldn't help but feel a sigh in my heart, saying that the nature of roses is the same, but Ming Jingxuan's character is the same.

Indifferent but excellent in front of people, just like this thorny but gorgeous rose. It is difficult to grow, but since it has grown, it must bloom the most gorgeous flowers.

Ordinary people say that roses have thorns, and even if the flowers bloom beautifully, they still don’t want to get close to each other. But how can they know the difficulty behind this light? If you don’t understand it carefully, how can you know the extraordinary tenderness behind it.

Looking at Ming Jingxuan, who was cold but delicate and gentle, Song Qinglian sighed deeply: "Brother Xuan loves roses so much, probably because Brother Xuan is a person like roses."

"With a full talent, being indifferent and not easy to get close to outsiders, it is like this rose. But you are completely different under the stage. Careful and kind-hearted, this is the real you."

Song Qinglian's words were like a gentle breeze blowing through Ming Jingxuan's heart. He looked at her and smiled brightly: "Everyone in the world said that I, Mr. Xuan, is arrogant and cold, and said that I am careful and kind, you are the first one."

"Only in your eyes, I am such a person. I have witnessed countless people's feelings and warmth. Only someone who is sincere to you can be like this. Only someone who is as pure as you can be worthy of my gentle treatment."


Chapter completed!