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Looking at the sea of flowers, she suddenly thought of something. In the past, Yan Ruoxue had heard that she loved roses the most, and every year, on Valentine's Day, someone would send her a large bunch of roses anonymously, and Yan Ruoxue would be very happy whenever she received them. Now that she thought about it, Xia Qianxing suddenly felt that the roses that Yan Ruoxue had received were very similar to the ones in this sea of flowers.

Xia Qianxing worked until six in the afternoon. During this time, she did not stop and focused on her work.

Xiao Yueze was originally going to enter after work, but he suddenly remembered something, so he looked towards Sis Xian who greeted him outside the door, "That woman? Still in the back garden? "

"Yes." Sis Xian answered respectfully.

Hearing this, Xiao Yueze's pupils shot out a dark light, and he immediately walked towards the back garden.

Xia Qianxing felt that she had finished pruning everything today and wanted to walk out from the flower bush. But the moment she turned around, she tripped over something and fell towards the sea of flowers.

Ah ~

Today, Xia Qianxing was wearing a short-sleeved shirt. While she was falling towards the sea of flowers, her arm had been scratched by the thorns of a rose. However, before she could stand up, an incomparably cold voice sounded out from behind her, "What are you doing?"

Xia Qianxing turned his head and saw that Xiao Yueze had at some point walked to the edge of the sea, and was walking step by step towards the center.

Xia Qianxing quickly stood up. The part of her body that was exposed had been pierced by the spikes of the rose. However, she could only endure the pain and stand up.

Xia Qianxing subconsciously turned her head to look at the rosebush. Her fall just now had caused a large patch of ground to fall, and the bright red rose petals were scattered all over the ground.

Xia Qianxing wasn't much better off. Her hair was tousled with flower branches, her clothes were torn, and her face was still stained with mud. There were also streaks of red on her arms, some of which even oozed blood.

However, at this moment, Xiao Yueze's eyes were only filled with the fallen roses. His handsome face was instantly covered in dark clouds, and his entire body was emitting a murderous aura.

Xiao Yueze was like a demon that had just walked out of hell. His surroundings emitted a terrifying aura of death, especially that pair of terrifying eyes.

"Xiao Yueze, I didn't do it on purpose." Xia Qianxing watched as the terrifying Xiao Yueze walked in step by step. Her legs trembled as she took two steps back. With a trembling voice, she said, "Don't come over here …"

Xiao Yueze walked in front of Xia Qianxing and stared at her with his dead eyes. Suddenly, he became like a furious lion, his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light and he fiercely grabbed onto Xia Qianxing's neck and roared: "Damned woman, you killed my Xue'er and now you want to destroy her beloved rose. Tell me, did you intentionally kill Xue'er? Speak up! "

Xia Qianxing felt like she was about to suffocate. She slapped Xiao Yueze's hand with all her might, but what came in exchange for Xiao Yueze's increasing strength.

Xia Qianxing shed helpless tears. Why did he have to do this to her? What had she done wrong? In the end, Xia Qianxing gave up struggling and thought that if she died, she would at least be able to get rid of this tyrant.

Xiao Yueze seemed to have suddenly regained his consciousness. When he saw Xia Qianxing, whose eyes were tightly shut, breathing weakly, and yet had a calm expression, Xiao Yueze suddenly felt a bit panicked. He slowly let go of Xia Qianxing's neck.

Xia Qianxing, who had regained her breath, breathed heavily. She turned her head to look at Xiao Yueze, who had an ice-cold expression on his face. Didn't he want her dead? Why did he let go at such a crucial moment?

"..."

When Sis saw the destroyed rose, her heart leaped into her throat.

Others might not know the origin of these roses, but Yan Ruoxue had grown up in the United States and loved roses. She came to China to study for her young master, and one day she inadvertently said, "There are no varieties of roses in China that she likes."

Their young master secretly remembered this in his heart. After that, he ordered people to go to the United States to transplant a large number of roses. Moreover, they were Miss Yan Ruoxue's favorite rose varieties.

Every Valentine's Day, their young master would personally cut out 99 roses from this rose patch and send it anonymously to Miss Yan Ruoxue. Later on, when Yan Ruoxue came to the Di Hao villa, she discovered this large rose patch and was so touched that she almost cried.

Sis would always remember that day, because on that day, she saw the most beautiful scene: their young master and Miss Yan Ruoxue embracing and kissing in the center of a sea of fiery flowers.

Things changed. Now, when she looked at the sea of flowers again, it was as if she could see Miss Yan Ruoxue dancing gracefully in the sea of flowers.

She knew how much her young master loved Miss Yan Ruoxue. Once, Miss Yan Ruoxue fell ill and was in a coma for three whole days. In which three days, their young master would accompany her every step of the way, and the company did not care about that. Every day, they would sit next to her bed, taking care of her.

After Xiao Yueze let go of Xia Qianxing, he turned around and left. When his sister-in-law saw that Xiao Yueze had left, she went up and spoke in a fierce tone: "Miss Xia, do you know how important this flower sea is to our young master? Every single rose here was carefully nurtured by the young master. "

These kinds of roses could only be found in the United States. Xiao Yueze had spent a lot of time and effort to cultivate these roses, but now a large portion of them had been destroyed by Xia Qianxing.

Xia Qianxing still hadn't completely recovered from her shock. She stared blankly at her sister-in-law as she opened and closed her mouth.

Upon seeing Xia Qianxing's empty expression, it was hard to tell if Xia Qianxing had heard of it or not. She gave her a look of disgust before leaving as well.

After a long time, Xia Qianxing's eyes gradually regained some color. She moved like a zombie, stepping out of the sea of flowers.

After Xiao Yueze returned, he locked himself in his room. No matter how Sis Xian knocked on the door, he didn't open the door.

Xiao Yueze flipped the photo album in his hands. Each photo was the same person, and the girl in the photo had a small face the size of a palm, snow-white skin, bright eyes, and white teeth.

These photos were all taken when Xiao Yueze and Yan Ruoxue were on a trip, and each one was filled with their emotions.