Seeing them, some veterans of floral art forwarded her mother’s posts one after another and left their own comments.

"These works are so beautiful—natural, elegant, simple, without a hint of excess; everything is just right."

"Whose works are these? I’ve never heard of them; they are truly beautiful..."

"Look at one of the works called 'Moonlight'; its style is very similar to the champion of the domestic floral competition who won three consecutive times!"

What were originally works that were only popular in the floral art circle triggered an even bigger trend because some curious netizens noticed the manor background behind the works.

Seeing such a magnificent manor, netizens couldn't help but marvel.

"Wow! Is this a manor in Sydney? A whole hilltop?! Even just a vase is this expensive???"

"Hello, are you lacking a two-legged servant who gives compliments every day? I don't want money, I just want to get to know you..."

"Get lost, get lost, didn't you see they have servants? Hello, do you need a pet? I can make all kinds of animal sounds, give me a chance~~~"

Bai Luwei’s mother hadn't expected the works to be this popular; she was even a bit worried and almost didn't dare to continue posting.

She found her daughter sitting in the garden, her hands covered in mud, and cautiously asked for her opinion.

"Weiwei, Mom didn't expect so many people to see these; will this have any negative impact on you?"

Bai Luwei looked in surprise at the millions of views and the various improper comments in the comment section; she chuckled, appearing very composed.

"It doesn't matter, they are just passersby; they have nothing to do with us."

Upon hearing her daughter’s answer, the anxiety in her mother’s heart instantly dissipated, and she began to show off her daughter’s works freely again.

One photo revealed Bai Luwei’s back, but unexpectedly, it triggered even more traffic.

Netizens flooded into the comments section, with various marriage proposals appearing one after another.

All of this was because a person named "zhl" left a sentence in the comment section:

"This is my wife."

This sentence immediately sparked a dispute in the comment section.

"Damn, I haven't even spoken yet, and this guy starts performing. Who do you think you are? I'm her husband."

"Everyone get out of the way, let me speak first. I am skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting; my personality is gentle and generous. Except for the fact that my gender is not 'male,' I believe no one can stop me and my true love from being together..."

"I am a male, look at me, look at me!"

Far away in City A, Meng Linghe saw these comments, his face turning livid. He wanted to refute them but didn't know how to speak, and could only silently look at Bai Luwei in the photo, his eyes filled with longing and pain.

Chapter 23

Five years of time.

Bai Luwei’s life was getting better and better.

She had forgotten Meng Linghe and was no longer troubled by memories of the past.

In Sydney, the pursuit of floral art had become even more fanatical.

Once, during the National Day celebrations, Bai Luwei was invited to design the floral arrangements for an entire city.

She accepted the challenge.

It took a full year.

When the celebrations were broadcast in Sydney, the whole world came to know her, this master of floral art.

It was also from this time on that Bai Luwei stopped accepting any more orders.

It was truly exhausting, and she no longer wanted to be interviewed by a crowd of people.

Speaking of which, she had had a small annoyance recently.

Four years ago, when her father took her up the mountain, they encountered a man who had injured his hand.

This man had bronze-colored skin and long, curly black hair reaching his waist; he had an extremely sturdy face, yet he was exceptionally polite.

Bai Luwei had discovered him, weak and frail, in the bushes by accident.

His name was "Archer."

He had a pair of beautiful green eyes, and ever since he decided she was his savior, he would visit from time to time.

Bai Luwei’s first reaction was actually to resist and avoid him; it seemed Archer could sense her fear.

However, he didn't show any strange expression; one could say his eyes remained incomparably clear, as if he only sought her out to express his gratitude.

He even helped Bai Luwei find many flowers she had never seen before.

Later, after she learned from her father that these flowers could only be picked on certain steep cliffs, she didn't let him go and pick them anymore.

As for her mother’s view on this matter,

Bai Luwei’s mother used her connections to investigate Archer from head to tail, and nodded in approval with a look of relief.

This is what she said to Bai Luwei:

"Don't worry, daughter; there are only two people in his family, a pair of foster parents, and himself. I can handle him easily, so you just go and have fun!"

Bai Luwei shook her head; of course, she knew her mother was joking, though her eyes were full of concern for her.

Because one day, during a thunderstorm, Bai Luwei had an episode.

She hid in a corner, trembling, and her parents were frantic, unable to find her.

In the end, it was Archer who heard about this and rushed to the Bai residence through the rain.

He even wiped the mud off his body and found Bai Luwei hiding in a box in the utility room within just a few minutes.

Upon seeing her shivering figure, Archer showed a look of helplessness for the first time.

He thought for a moment, gently took off the braided rope from his hand, and placed it on Bai Luwei’s wrist.

In her hazy state, Bai Luwei raised her wrist to look at this unique braided rope, and then she fainted.

The next day, Bai Luwei had a high fever.

It was also Archer who collected the best medicinal herbs, which brought her fever down in one go.

After that day, Bai Luwei’s mother never teased Archer again; instead, she would make clicking sounds of regret that they hadn't discovered such an excellent young man sooner.

Later, Bai Luwei never had an episode again.

She tried to return the wrist rope to Archer, but saw his expression change as he shook his head repeatedly.

Bai Luwei was puzzled, but heard him say:

"This is a blessing; if you give it back to me after I’ve given it to you, Ama’s blessing will disappear."

Even though it sounded completely unbelievable,

Bai Luwei stood frozen in place, remembering the dream she had that night.

In her dream, a bronze-skinned, black-haired woman was holding her, stroking her hair, and singing a song she couldn't understand, and that was how she got better.

Without saying much more, Bai Luwei asked him:

"How do you make this kind of wrist rope?"

Archer blinked and shook his head, indicating he didn't know.

Bai Luwei glanced at the white sun-bleached marks left on his bronze hand, understanding that it was his last memory of his mother, yet he had given it to her without hesitation.

A complex feeling washed over her.

For one year, then two, Bai Luwei spent every day carefully studying the weaving method of the bracelet.

Finally, on the day before Archer was to commemorate his late mother, she finished making it.

She was rarely excited when she called for Archer; this was also her first time taking the initiative to find him.

Archer arrived quickly, his face still covered in a light sheen of sweat, not knowing if he had just come down from that mountain, his clear eyes quietly watching her.

Bai Luwei took out the handmade bracelet and placed it on his palm, which was twice the size of hers.

Satisfied, she watched the empty space on Archer’s wrist regain a new wrist rope, and only then did she thank him again with a sense of fulfillment.

"Thank you, Archer."

She looked up only to find that the man had frozen, staring straight at her in a daze, like a stone statue.

Only then did Bai Luwei realize they were standing a bit too close, so she quickly retreated two steps and spoke awkwardly:

"In any case, thank you. If you need anything in the future, just tell me. After all, your mother’s item is really important..."

Bai Luwei stared with wide, surprised eyes as Archer suddenly hugged her, only to hear him say hoarsely:

"Thank you, Xiao Lu."

A fresh scent of the forest drifted from Archer’s body. Bai Luwei’s heart skipped a beat, and she shoved him away and turned to leave.

Archer followed, confused, not knowing why she had blushed.

It made his own ear tips inexplicably burn as well.

The two walked away, one after the other.

Only then did Bai Luwei’s father let go of his hand covering her mother’s mouth, nodding with satisfaction.

"Finally taken the first step; he has my flair from back in the day."

Bai Luwei’s mother rolled her eyes at him and slapped her husband’s solid arm.

"If you’re satisfied, go cook. You’ve been bragging for so many years, aren't you afraid of being thick-skinned..."

Far away at the Meng Group in City A.

After five years of attrition, he had driven Jiang Ruoxiao away and led the Meng Group to continue its development.

Everyone knew that the President Meng had a love he could not attain.

No matter where he went, he kept a photo in his palm; it was said that the woman’s surname was Bai.

———The End———