Yu Ting had been standing for about ten minutes. Her calves led a little chilly as the cold wind kept creeping under her clothes. Her face exposed to the elements, also felt cold, and her cheeks reddened from the wind.
She had no idea what sudden errand Nanchen had rushed off to.
The shrill screams of young girls yanked Yu Ting back from her daydream, and she looked straight ahead.
Nanchen reappeared in her field of vision, his hands holding a large bouquet of lovely roses—more than the one bought by the young man who studied civil engineering earlier.
He strode towards her determinedly, each step bigger than the last, in a hurry.
Seeing this, Yu Ting's eyes widened in surprise, and she gazed at him, stupefied.
"Is that a bouquet of roses Mr. Lu is holding? There are so many."
"Did he go to buy flowers just now?"
