Otis genuinely could not understand why Mei slept in such strange positions.
The curtains had been drawn open; it was now six in the morning.
Otis ate two pieces of bread, went to the bathroom once.
At 2:50 p.m., Mei's message arrived:
"I'm waiting for you outside!"
Mei was actually a little nervous.
It had only been a few days since they last met.
Only three days but it felt like a whole century since she'd last seen Otis.
Meanwhile, Otis looked down at the bouquet of blue roses in his hand.
They looked… a little wilted.
The outer petals had drooped, clearly unable to endure seventeen hours of travel.
No, no, no, how am I supposed to give these to Mei like this?
What's wrong with you? You couldn't even last seventeen hours?
Couldn't you at least hang on until I hand you to Mei?!
Otis regretted it.
If he'd known, he would've bought a bottle of water and stuck the stems inside.
How had he not thought of this earlier?
