Lian Xinying opened her eyes immediately upon hearing her son's voice.
She didn't realize she had been crying, but the moment she opened her eyes, tears slid down.
Fearing her son would see, she quickly wiped away the tears.
After sitting up, she saw her son holding a large bouquet of roses.
Lian Xinying was excited, but after the recent blow, she didn't dare to look to see if there was a card among the roses.
She didn't dare to guess who had sent the flowers.
She first reached for her phone and dialed Ji Fan.
"Yingying, what's wrong?" Ji Fan hadn't expected her to call again so soon.
"How many roses did you send me?" The bouquet Xiaocheng was holding had more roses than the previous one.
The previous bunch had been over fifty, but this one seemed to be a multiple of that.
"Fifty." After Ji Fan's reply, a radiant sunshine spread across Lian Xinying's face!
