A large bouquet of white roses still covered with dewdrops.
The silky petals quivered gently in the night breeze, forced into her arms, their fragrance overwhelming.
She instinctively held them, remembering how years ago she used to think his villa was too plain, so she planted the courtyard full of white roses, swaying brightly when in bloom.
How many years have flown by…
Does he still remember she likes these flowers?
In the enchanting fragrance, she just heard him say, "You left, and no one took care of the flowers. Come back, won't you?"
Startled out of her reverie, she looked at the tall, aloof man: "Flowers? Zhuang Heng can take care of them. I need to take care of Han, lest someone unwittingly takes him again and tries to take his heart." As she spoke, she casually placed the flowers on the railing beside the road, without a trace of attachment.
In the depths of Lu Shifeng's eyes, a flicker of pain appeared: "I'm sorry."
