Perhaps the filter of her past life was simply too heavy.
Deng Youning instinctively felt not a shred of wariness toward Li Tianzhuo.
Still, it was better to keep her plans for revenge hidden from him.
"No matter what I do, Lord Li must remember: we are by no means enemies."
As their eyes met, her smile was like a gentle breeze sweeping past, bringing a sense of peace and comfort.
Li Tianzhuo could not help but curl the corners of his lips in response.
He had already chosen his flower—a peony with dense, flawless white petals.
"Fresh flowers for a beauty."
"I have always had a special fondness for the Chinese herbaceous peony."
Before Deng Youning could react, Li Tianzhuo had already tucked the flower into her hair bun.
At that moment, Deng Youning felt as though his words had frozen her in place.
When she looked at him again, her gaze grew increasingly obscure and unreadable.
In this lifetime, she truly did not want to drag him down with her again!
With tears in her eyes, Deng Youning reached up, plucked the peony from her hair, and casually tossed it to the ground. Feigning displeasure, she snapped:
"Lord Li gives me a pure white flower—is he wishing for me to go into mourning so soon?"
Without another word, she glared at Li Tianzhuo, grabbed Yingshi—who was just as bewildered as Xiuming—and strode away.
Li Tianzhuo: "??!"
Xiuming: "???"
"My Lord, the Second Young Miss she..."
Xiuming hadn't the faintest idea why Deng Youning had suddenly flown into a rage at his master.
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Chapter 43