Ming Mei walked over and picked up the stack of paper roses.
The paper roses are snow-white, each crease is meticulously folded, looking as real as they get, proving that the person who made them put in considerable effort.
Even though Shen Nie didn't say anything, nor did anyone know.
But Ming Mei felt that these were left for her.
They were his gift to her.
She had seen many roses, smelled too many fragrances, but none were as beautiful as this one!
Looking at the rose, Ming Mei could almost see him carefully folding it before he left.
Ming Mei closed her eyes, her heart was even more certain, there must be some connection between Shen Nie and her, and she had to figure it out.
Burying the sourness in her heart, Ming Mei turned to look at the book next to the paper rose.
It was a Bible, but the printing quality wasn't good.
Only then did Ming Mei realize, Shen Nie spent his days reading the Bible.
