"Tang Fei, you've written me ninety-eight letters, would it be okay if I give you ninety-nine roses?"
Ninety-nine roses, a promise of love!
Love that lasts forever! Love that never leaves!
Tang Fei's heart felt slightly sour, her eyes slightly misty.
She turned her head away, refusing to meet Zhong Xing's gaze. She looked at the sea of flowers ahead, choking up slightly: "Zhong Xing, I have to decline your ninety-nine roses."
Zhong Xing's fingertips curled slightly: "Then if I wrote you ninety-eight letters, would you be willing to give me ninety-nine roses?"
"No, I wouldn't." Tang Fei raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corner of her eye.
She turned back and smiled at Zhong Xing, but there were tears flashing in her eyes: "Zhong Xing, my affection for you concluded the moment I accepted him."
Zhong Xing listened, feeling a tug at his heart: "You have someone you like?"
Tang Fei nodded.
"Is he good to you?"
