Alla came to the second-floor bedroom, didn't turn on the light, and looked down at the Koenigsegg and the man in the car under the dim light...
Through the half-lowered car window, he seemed to be typing on his phone. After a few seconds, Alla's phone vibrated...
She took out her phone from her pocket, opened WeChat, and saw a photo he had sent. It was a picture of the two of them taken at the beach.
He typed eight characters: [Alla, don't delete it, keep it as a keepsake]
Keepsake...
Why would it be a keepsake?
Alla wanted to reply to him, but saw his profile picture suddenly changed to her photo.
He sent another message: [Alla, I love you, good night]
After thinking for a few seconds, Alla replied: [Good night...]
The next morning, Alla received the lychee roses he had sent on time. It was Sam who delivered them, not him.
