"Miss Huang, half an hour ago a delivery person came and brought a bouquet of flowers, saying it was for you."
"Oh? Did he say who sent the flowers?"
"No, but there's a card in the flowers."
Just home, Huang Tianxuan was taken aback as she accepted the exuberant jasmine bouquet from the nanny, her eyes filled with surprise and doubt. As she retrieved the flower card and read the neatly written words on it, a smile gradually appeared on her face.
I have seen the gentle rain of Jiangnan's evening smoke;
West Lake, trees, and the city full of yellow daylilies.
Graceful, is your flower bearer.
I am only responsible for tracing,
Whether it blooms is up to you to say.
"So pretentious!"
Huang Tianxuan smiled and shook her head, already knowing who the sender was. Only one person could write these words, and he knew her address in the Capital; she just transferred 250 to him this afternoon...
