A pink paper rose, silent, beautiful, quietly blooming next to the glass of water.
As if silently telling Ming Mei that someone had been by her side just moments ago.
Perhaps he was still standing by her bed, looking at her sleeping face.
Maybe he even helped place her hand that was outside, beneath the covers.
Perhaps, he wanted to tell her, once, we knew each other!
But today, you have long forgotten everything about me.
Ming Mei's body could not stop trembling. She was not afraid, truly not afraid...
From the day she heard this name, she had never been afraid of this person, her heart even harbored an inexplicable intimacy.
However, both her heart and body were out of her control at this moment.
Ming Mei grabbed the pink paper rose.
This rose was obviously folded very well this time, using soft paper imbued with a floral fragrance, just like real rose petals.
Layer after layer, each petal showed just how much attention the person who folded it had paid.
