"Carnations."

She looked down at the flowers and spoke softly.

"Yes, the flower language of carnations is health and peace. I hope you can get well soon."

Shang Yuanze knew the answer to this question. After all, he had done his homework seriously and he was the one who picked the flowers. So he rushed over to answer and used Zheng Suchang's hand to pass the flowers forward so that Zhao Yuyou could receive them.

Zhao Yuyou obediently reached out to take the flowers, ...