The shop owner looked up and saw a tall and distinguished figure walk in.
The shop owner smiled, "Mr. Chi is here?"
Chi Cheng nodded with a gentle smile, "The usual white roses, thank you."
Chi Cheng was a regular at this store.
Every time he went to his mother's grave, he would buy a bouquet of white roses.
"I'll wrap them for you right away." The shop owner stood up and then noticed this time, Mr. Chi was accompanied by a pretty and adorable young girl.
Their hands were tightly held together.
The shop owner was a bit surprised.
Because as long as she had known Mr. Chi, he always came alone, never with anyone.
Plus, the shop owner was almost twenty years older than Chi Cheng and knew that even though he was always polite and had a gentle smile,
every time he bought flowers, there was always a lingering dark cloud in his expression.
But this time... it seemed like there was something different about Mr. Chi.
It felt as if he had finally let go of something.
