There was inexplicable guilt inside her heart.
The servant looked at the young mistress in silence, then quickly spoke, "Young Mistress, isn't this bouquet from the young master for you? Do you want it?"
"No need, since the young master said to throw it away, just throw it away."
"Oh." The servant didn't understand but nodded anyway.
Qiao Xiguan took another look at the bouquet.
Red roses.
Though cliché, they were a color any woman would like.
Because it represents love, passion that's fiery as flames.
She bit her lip, watching as the bouquet was carried out of the villa by the servant, then turned to ascend the stairs to Gu Zichen's room.
The room was dim, still lit by that soft, yellow light.
It was very quiet inside, Gu Zichen was already in bed, motionless.
Qiao Xiguan gently closed the door, step by step walked to the bedside, and stopped there.
