"Thank you," he said. Liu Sijie said in a low voice as she took the Rose.
Wang Jinhao handed the Rose to her. Liu Sijie lowered his head and sniffed the Rose. He found that the fragrance was completely different from those bought from the florist.
"Waa." When she raised her head, the Rose petals in her hand suddenly floated up and slowly fell. They flew into the air and then slowly fell from the sky, landing at her feet. One piece, two pieces, three pieces ...
There were 99 roses, and the petals fell around her, forming a circle. The breeze blew and rolled up the petals, slowly forming a red carpet.
She kept blinking her eyes, feeling that something was blurring her vision.
"Sheng." Her throat was a little choked up. When she called out this man's name, she felt her heart warm, and an unknown emotion welled up in her heart.
Wang Jinhao walked toward her from the Rose petals and put his arm around her waist.
