Qiao Yiyi was stunned.
During the years she had been abroad, she was used to being alone, taking care of her child, raising her child, and doing everything by herself.
She had never expected Lu nanze to say something like that.
She lowered her head to look at the bouquet of red roses, not knowing what to say for a moment.
It was just a warm current that surged up in her heart, making her suddenly feel an inexplicable sense of weakness.
Ever since her mother passed away, she had made herself invulnerable and strong. At this moment, her pretense was easily destroyed by a bouquet of flowers.
When Qiao Yiyi realized this, she was stunned. She raised her head and took the flowers. She put them aside and said casually,"Thank you," he said.
Lu nanze could feel her sudden estrangement, but he did not give up.
It was easier said than done to move wuhen's heart. He had put in so much effort back then, and now, he needed to put in even more effort.
To be honest.
