She approached the couple, and the English that usually came out fluently now seemed so stuttered and unnatural: "Excuse me... what is the flower language of a crimson rose?"
The couple, who had been happily taking selfies, were startled by Daisy Grant's sudden question. When they saw she was a gentle and elegant pregnant woman, they were relieved.
Daisy Grant smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'd like to ask, what is the flower language of a crimson rose?"
The young man looked at Daisy Grant, and spoke seriously, "Miss, did your boyfriend give it to you? Then he must love you deeply. Because the flower language of a crimson rose is 'most beloved, only love, care for you alone.'"
Daisy's fingers tightened in her palm, her face turned pale, and her body trembled uncontrollably.
"Miss, are you alright? Should we take you to the hospital?" Seeing Daisy didn't look well and that she was pregnant, the couple asked urgently.
