Guo Miao wasn't looking at anyone else but her past self: the self who had easily given up all hope before her rebirth.
If she had worked harder, she might have been able to save herself.
However, it was not too late. There was still a chance.
At this moment, in a car in the distance, a man in a biker's outfit was looking at Guo Miao. He was holding a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand. The smell of the sunflower bouquet in the car was intertwined with the smell of eucalyptus. The faint fragrance of herbs spread in the car.
Although he was far away, he could imagine the expression on Guo Miao's face: her calm and gentle expression.
"Fifth Young Master, aren't we going to send flowers to Miss Guo Miao?" Tong Huan asked in a low voice.
"She's being interviewed now and will probably spend time with her family later. We'll just send the flowers home," the man said.
He turned to look out of the window and sighed softly.
