"But how can this be? How is it possible to find fresh roses of such quality in December in Alaska's Wiseman!"
In their understanding, these delicate flowers, which require careful greenhouse cultivation, are products belonging to another season. Seeing them here is as magical as seeing an iceberg in the desert.
Lin Yu'an smiled and endured Aliya's "attack," then embraced them both, his face full of smug satisfaction.
Emily buried her face in the fragrant rose petals and curiously pursued the question.
"So, how long did you prepare for this surprise? Did you reserve them in the summer and then use some kind of magic to preserve them until now?"
"There was no magic, but it did require some effort," Lin Yu'an explained, his tone carrying a hint of pride.
"They were airlifted from Anchorage to Fairbanks yesterday. When I arrived in Fairbanks yesterday, I picked up this order from a flower shop owner."
"Airlifted? How did you get them back from Fairbanks?"
