Qiao Mo's gaze was a bit blurred, staring absent-mindedly at the man in front of the desk.
Was it he who carried her back to the bedroom...
Why... why does she sometimes feel an inexplicable sadness from him.
Secretly staring at him, not knowing for how long, Qiao Mo glanced at the clock on the wall.
One thirty in the morning.
Is it because she didn't let him work during the day, so he's busy at night...
Or is it because she said something wrong that made him angry?
Turning again, Qiao Mo made no sound, closed her eyes and went to sleep, but inexplicably, the cactus with a few small purple flowers in the flower shop came to her mind...
Early the next morning, Qiao Mo went to school early to pick up some tools.
She also went to the hospital to see Qiao Xuan, and finally found herself at the flower shop as if guided by fate.
She bought two more bunches of dried flowers, and brought back the cactus as well.
