Chen Jiahang came out of the market with a bag of mince and a handful of green onions in his hand.
He took them all into the car, and then drove to a flower shop and chose a bunch of beautiful roses in it.
Yanyan seemed very unhappy yesterday. He asked her why, but she didn't say anything. Thinking that women all liked flowers, he then bought a bunch of flowers, hoping she would be glad upon seeing it.
Chen Jiahang held the vegetables in one hand while holding the bright red roses with the other hand. Ninety-nine roses were packed into a big heart shape, extremely beautiful.
It was over 12 o'clock. He thought that she should have prepared lunch already and was waiting for him at the moment.
At the door, Chen Jiahang took out the key to open the door as usual, and then took out his slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on.
"Yanyan..." He called out.
No one responded.
"Yanyan..." Chen Jiahang called again.
