She hurriedly lowered her head shyly, pressing her lips together tightly.
Trying to push back the overwhelming emotions that threatened to burst, but realized she couldn't.
His silhouette finally came to a stop in front of her.
A clean, pleasant scent mixed with the sunshine of winter gently enveloped her.
She didn't dare look up, just stared at his spotless leather shoes, so nervous her palms were sweating.
"Welcome back to Yan City, Zhang Yan."
Before Zhang Yan could respond, a bouquet of dewy red roses suddenly appeared before her eyes.
Eleven roses, each just perfectly bloomed, with crystal droplets on the petals, wrapped in elegant paper.
Simple, yet overwhelmingly grand.
Zhang Yan suddenly lifted her head.
Dazedly staring at the bouquet nearly blushing her cheeks red.
Tang Song's gentle gaze fell upon Zhang Yan's delicate face, filled with longing and
After a moment, he spoke softly: "Don't like it?"
"Li-like! I like it!"
