"Hmm, you've arrived!" The person nodded and said, "He's just downstairs."
"I'll go meet him right away!!" Zhao Min said, abandoning the group of sycophants around her, and headed downstairs.
Downstairs, beside a silver Maserati, stood a handsome man holding a bouquet of roses. The roses were so vibrant, as if freshly picked.
Zhao Min appeared downstairs, saw the man, and ran over excitedly.
"Kirin, is it really you!" Zhao Min's eyes were full of tenderness.
"Yes, it's me!" Kirin nodded and said, "I heard you were here tonight, so I came to see you! Here, this is for you."
"Roses…" Zhao Min's eyes glimmered with happiness, "Kirin, this…this is really for me? They're so beautiful!"
"Even the most beautiful flowers can't compare to your beauty." Kirin looked at Zhao Min affectionately and said, "Minmin, how have you been without me all this time?"
