C561 Unable to reach white head

Xuan Ying then placed the beautiful rose under her nose and looked at Xuan Ye's angry eyes with her eyebrows raised up. She smiled brilliantly: "En, I am very satisfied with the flower."

"Not for you."

"Oh, what a pity." Xuan Ying released the flower. As it left his finger, the rose quickly withered away, leaving only the broken branch and leaf turning into ashes and vanishing into the air