Dawn Sutherland stood against the moonlight, tall and handsome, the corners of his mouth curling up involuntarily.
The weather in City C in March was still a bit chilly at night.
Dawn looked at Daisy Grant's somewhat pale face, thinking about her illness, grabbed the suitcase placed nearby, and smiled brilliantly at Daisy.
"Want to know the meaning of the deep red rose? ... It's a bit chilly outside, you've traveled a long way to come back and you're tired, let's go home first, I'll tell you the meaning of the deep red rose when we get home."
"Okay." Daisy followed behind Dawn.
The two entered the house, and Donna, who opened the door, saw the joy on Daisy's face: "Miss, you're back? I'll go cook right away, make the dishes Miss loves!"
Daisy smiled softly and nodded to Donna.
Dawn carried the suitcase and invited Daisy upstairs together.
The curtains in the room were drawn, making it somewhat dark.
