There was a rose tree in the flowerbed. The roses there had already bloomed and were extremely bright.
Leng Zhiyuan took a few glances and reached out her hands to touch it.
Roses...
He gifted her a candied gourd wrapped in rose petals on the Chinese Saint Valentine's Day. But unfortunately... Han Xuan took it away...
Leng Zhiyuan thought in a daze. At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from behind, "Zhiyuan."
This voice was very familiar. Leng Zhiyuan turned around and saw that it was... Mother Zhou.
"Mom, why are you here?" She was quite surprised, and she asked naturally. However, she froze as soon as she said those words. Then she quickly fixed her speech, "Auntie... "
Mother Zhou walked forward and looked at Leng Zhiyuan lovingly, "Zhiyuan, no matter what you call me, you are like my daughter in my heart. I have been worried about you for the past few days. Now that I see that you are doing well, I am relieved. "
