Lin Jiayuan's slender hand is holding this white rose, his skin is as white and delicate as the petals of this white rose, and his eyelashes are like two small fans, and his eyes are as deep as the sea.

The candlelight in the dining room flickered, and the pale golden candlelight seemed to crumple into his eyes, and his eyes were incredibly beautiful.

She looked at him in a trance for a moment......

The white rose he held in his hand had thorny rhizomes, petals as white as snow, and the whole flower exuded a light fragrance.

He was already extremely handsome, and every part of his body seemed to have been carefully carved, and at this time he was holding a rose like the vampire prince in the ancient vampire mythology, but his eyes were a little distracted when he looked at this rose, as if his thoughts had drifted far away, and his eyes were soaked in sadness, and there were some obscure worries in his eyes.

"When Xiaoya was alive, she liked white roses very much." His voice was magnetic and beautiful, and his eyes looking at this white rose also overflowed with a trace of tenderness and sadness, "It's a pity that she has passed away." ”

Xia Mingyue was suffocated in her heart......

She didn't expect him to mention Song Ya, since Song Ya died, she hadn't seen him mention her, as if Song Ya was the secret wound in his heart that he didn't want to be touched, but he didn't expect him to think of Song Ya when he saw this white rose.

"Don't be sad, Xiaoya has a spirit in the sky, and she will hope that you will be happy, besides, don't you have me with you?" She comforted him.

There was a cold sneer in his eyes.

The emotion that passed by in a flash stung her......

What does he mean? Does he mean that she can't compare with Song Ya at all? It's as if Song Ya is the one who has a place in the depths of his heart, although she looks like Song Ya, but it is not as good as one thousandth of Song Ya's, and the emotion he just crossed in a moment really made her heart ache.

Then, Lin Jiayuan brought the white rose closer, his cold eyes looked at the white rose, and slowly swept towards her, his eyes seemed to be contaminated with the fragrance of roses.

"You're a lot like her."

She was faintly happy in her heart, but this happiness was mixed with a trace of sadness and pain.

"It's a pity that you're not her."

With that, he threw the white rose aside, and it was discarded without the slightest emotion.

Her eyes fell on the white rose that he threw aside, and suddenly felt that her position in his heart was like a white rose, which was easy to pick and discard, and it was unimportant.

But she couldn't say anything, so she could only continue to smile and look at him......

Lin Jiayuan has always spoken little, but seeing this white rose just now seemed to arouse his past thoughts, and at this time, the feeling of coldness and alienation on his body became a little lighter, and his eyebrows and eyes were also dyed with a hint of softness like spring in the mountains.

"When I was with Eun Hee before, Eun Hee once painted a red and white rose, and the flower was painted white and red by her, she said that white represents purity, red represents warmth, and she also said that true love should be like this red and white rose, pure and passionate."

Xia Mingyue felt sad, she found that when Bai Enxi was mentioned, Lin Jiayuan's eyes were like a cold river suddenly melting into spring water, and she became a lot more tender, but this kind of look was something he had never had for her.