"What's wrong?" Lu Qingyan asked, still a little dazed, unable to understand why Jesse would think that way. She didn't live with Rong Qing; she just lived across the hall from them.
Jesse said, "I think he's gained weight recently. Lu, do you know how picky Pierre is? Many delicacies that I consider gourmet food are like garbage or plastic to him. I don't even dare to eat with him anymore. I recently asked Pierre, and he told me you're cooking for him, so I wanted to come and ask you if you two are living together? I can hardly imagine what that would be like."
"Jesse, you've misunderstood. We just live closer to each other now."
“Okay,” Jesse said, “I have to go now, so I’ll leave first. Have fun on your own.”
Lu Qingyan came out this time to buy some roses. She suddenly found several ancient recipes around her and wanted to try them out to see if she could make that kind of rouge.
Lu Qingyan had heard from one of her classmates that there was a rose garden in the suburbs where you could buy fresh roses, as well as other flowers.
A warm breeze was blowing gently, casting dappled shadows from the trees. The tree canopies, washed by water, were a vibrant green, looking incredibly pure.
Lu Qingyan went to the suburbs in a good mood, but she didn't expect to run into a big problem.
Mary's rose garden is often visited by guests. Some just stop to take some beautiful photos, some come to discuss buying the rose garden, and some just want some roses.
Apart from those who specifically asked to buy the rose garden, everyone else received her warm hospitality.
When Lu Qingyan came to find her, Mary was preparing for her afternoon nap.
She looked at Lu Qingyan outside the fence, smiled and shook her head, saying, "Darling, you might need to come a little earlier next time. I don't want anyone disturbing me when I'm about to go to sleep. You look unfamiliar, so this must be your first time here. I won't hold it against you this time."
Lu Qingyan thanked her repeatedly, "Thank you for your understanding. I will definitely check the time carefully next time."
“Go ahead, you can pick them over there, but don’t go anywhere else. Of course, I won’t mind if you’re just looking,” Mary said with a smile. Entering middle age, Mary had the air of a grandmother, and she was very approachable.
Lu Qingyan agreed, picked up a basket, and headed towards the place Mary pointed out.
The pleasant scent of roses filled the courtyard. Lu Qingyan closed her eyes and took a deep breath, only to unexpectedly smell a bloody odor.
The scent was very faint, masked by the fragrance of flowers. At first, Lu Qingyan thought she was imagining things or hallucinating.
However, after picking half a basket of roses, Lu Qingyan finally witnessed a bloody scene.
A young woman lay quietly in the rose garden, wearing a white gauze dress. A cut on her wrist had turned red, and her hand hung down on the hem of her dress, staining the white dress blood red as well.
With a "thud," the basket in Lu Qingyan's hand fell to the ground.
"Ah—" Lu Qingyan screamed and ran out, not even caring about the basket. She took out her phone and pressed a few buttons randomly, not knowing who she was calling. After four or five seconds, Lu Qingyan heard Rong Qing's voice on the other end: "Xiaoyan, what's wrong?"
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