Shen Qingqiu nods and notes these down. Daffodil, lilac, and peony are easy - he knows those by sight, and they're prominent in the gardens just outside. He's heard of marigolds, though he has to double-check the drawing. Harebell, jonqil, and mezereon are totally new, though, and he spends a few minutes puzzledly tromping around the gardens looking for the last one before he finds it.
The resulting bouquet is a riot of purple and yellow, which, consulting back and forth with the book, Shen Qingqiu interprets to mean something like, I respect you, I'm very sad, you're my first love, I wish you loved me, I'm ashamed, I want to please you, which—that can't be right. Can it?? First of all, Galahad's not in love with Claudius. Second of all—well, there's just something very disturbing about that collection of sentiments!! It's unsettling!! It—1
He shakes himself and passes it over to Galahad. "Um. Are you sure this is right?"
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The resulting bouquet is a riot of purple and yellow, which, consulting back and forth with the book, Shen Qingqiu interprets to mean something like, I respect you, I'm very sad, you're my first love, I wish you loved me, I'm ashamed, I want to please you, which—that can't be right. Can it?? First of all, Galahad's not in love with Claudius. Second of all—well, there's just something very disturbing about that collection of sentiments!! It's unsettling!! It—1
He shakes himself and passes it over to Galahad. "Um. Are you sure this is right?"
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Hits too close to home.