It's like repeated attempts destined to fail. The girl tried to speak out numerous times, tried to convey over and over, yet each time her efforts were blurred, forgotten, silenced, wiped out. The repetition by the girl was long, Su Ming'an listened carefully, but the two could not commit this short name to memory. This situation made their spines chill, leaving them utterly helpless.
Finally, the girl lowered her arms, and a cold expression on her face finally showed emotional fluctuation—she felt defeated.
Su Ming'an could only give up, watching her leave.
He thought she was going to leave, but she quickly returned, clutching a small purple and white flower.
"Since you can't call me by my name, then use a nickname for me. I heard many people's names come from flowers." The girl held the small flower: "This is the only flower I found nearby, I don't know its name, so use this flower's name to call me."
