Yang Jinchu chuckled softly, moved a few steps closer to Chu Wuyang, and spoke in a gentle tone, tinged with intimacy.

"I am--"

Before he could finish speaking, a voice suddenly interrupted from the side. The voice was not loud, but it was calm with a hint of tension.

"Sang Yu, what's wrong with your voice?"

Jingmin spoke, his tone reproachful yet subtly concerned.

Mo Sangyu paused for a moment, then turned around and coughed twice; her voice was indeed hoarse.

"It's nothing, I just got caught in the rain and might have caught a bit of a cold."

Jing Min frowned deeply, finally showing signs of emotion.

His gaze fell briefly on the pot of white roses in her arms.

But it was enough for those who knew him well to notice his dissatisfaction.

He reached out his hand.

"Give me."

Mo Sangyu paused for a moment, then hesitantly handed over the potted "Dream Back".

Jingmin took the flowers, turned around, and without uttering a single unnecessary explanation, walked steadily but slowly towards the side of the street.

Before the others could react, he threw the pot of white roses directly into the trash can.

Without the slightest hesitation, without any lingering attachment.

The action itself wasn't violent, but it was more damaging than breaking something.

"How could you..."

Mo Sangyu exclaimed in surprise, and stood there stunned for a moment.

Chu Wuyang was also taken aback, her fingertips tightening as the dull pain that had been forcibly pulled back into the depths of her memory surged up again—

"The most beautiful flower in the world belongs only to my most precious wife."

"You're kidding, there's no such flower."

Jingmin answered her with a smile.

"If I say it's there, it's there. It's only for you, and only for you to see... It belongs only to you."

Now, those words hit her like a hammer blow, striking the softest spot in her heart.

Yang Jinchu noticed her unusual behavior and asked in a low voice,

"A headache again?"

"without…"

She shook her head, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

Mo Sangyu jogged a few steps to catch up and asked anxiously,

"How could you throw away such a precious flower? You've always..."

Jing Min stopped and glanced back at her, his tone indifferent.

"It's just a common potted plant; you are more precious than it!"

"It's not worth getting sick from the rain."

He paused, then looked away.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

Mo Sangyu paused for a moment, then a smile spread across her eyes.

She got into the car, and Jingmin followed her into the driver's seat.

The Pagani engine gave a low hum, splashing up rainwater as it sped away.

In the trash can on the street corner, the pot of colorful white roses lay quietly, its petals still intact.

They seemed unaware that they had been abandoned.

It's called "Dream Back".

It was a dream, a dream that I had given up on myself.

Chu Wuyang stared blankly at the soft, light-like color, as if even her heartbeat slowed down.

Those were the flowers she once thought would bloom for her entire life.

But before she could truly see it bloom, it had already changed hands.

Yes, it now belongs to Mo Sanyu and has become a symbol of happiness at their wedding.

Such a rare flower would have an immeasurable market price; it is the only remaining mother plant in the world.

However, because he let Mo Sangyu get soaked in the rain, Jing Min abandoned him without hesitation.

Without a second's hesitation, as if it had never been cherished.

Even something as precious as "Dreaming Back" couldn't compare to her catching a cold.

She lowered her head, a slight dryness in her throat.

Is Mo Sangyu the most precious thing to Jing Min right now?

Yang Jinchu turned his head to look at her.

"What are you thinking about? Don't you really have a headache?"

Chu Wuyang regained his senses and spoke calmly.

"No, let's go."

The car windows are very soundproof; once closed, the interior becomes instantly quiet and somewhat oppressive.

Yang Jinchu casually changed the subject.

"I've had your assistant drive your car back first."

"good."

She responded softly.