The crimson on her cheeks had returned to normal, but her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, a clear sign she was emotionally stirred.
Gazing at her reflection on the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, Ye Wan sighed and went to the balcony to lose herself in the nightfall and stars for a while.
It was a good while before she turned and entered the study.
After the livestream ended and she re-emerged, she saw a bunch of fiery red roses on the living room table.
"Mr. Lu brought them."
Sister Lan said with a smile, "He knew you were live streaming, so he just left them and went."
Her heart felt like a pot of soup on the stove in a winter kitchen.
The flames leapt up, and the soup began to bubble with a gurgling sound.
Ye Wan approached and saw an envelope tucked within the wrapping paper of the bouquet.
On the envelope, "For Wanwan" was written in bold, flowing strokes.
She had always known his handwriting was beautiful.
