Shen He pursed her lips, looking slightly to the side, her fingers gently squeezed the light, pleasantly smelling flowers, obviously presented for you, she looked as if she was slightly embarrassed, but behind a stoic face almost invisible.

The flowers move slightly when a light wind blows, Shen He doesn’t understand anything about romance or anything like that, so this is the only thing she came up with to show that she feels something for you.

— "Take it..."