After Mu Zixuan had been receiving roses for half a month, one day, the sender of the flowers finally appeared...
Still in his scholarly white attire, he held a large bouquet of red roses, which stood in stark contrast to his clothes.
His handsome face was exactly as she remembered it, with hardly any change. The slanted eyebrows flying into his temples, the narrow and captivating phoenix eyes, the high and straight bridge of his nose, plump rosy lips—all just the same...
Pei Mojing resisted the impulse to step forward and enfold her in his arms. Instead, he stood still, gazing quietly at her, a trace of heartache crossing his eyes...
She had lost weight. When he saw her at the airport the day she returned, he felt that she had grown thinner...
He walked towards her slowly, and in a soft voice, he said, "Shanshan... welcome back..." Having said that, he offered the bouquet of roses he had been holding to her.
