As Zhang Hao drove, he felt like the old car had caught up to F1 speed.
Normally it would take twenty minutes with stop-and-go traffic to get home, but today, it only took ten.
However, halfway there, Zhang Hao got romantic and bought a bouquet of flowers, the garish red roses.
He Qianhui was preparing dinner at home, in an unusually good mood.
She even specially played an English song on her cell phone.
The ambiance was set, but it seemed like something was still missing.
He Qianhui stood in the living room and looked around before she finally realized what was missing—flowers.
Although flowers didn't have much practical use, they were indispensable.
Seeing there was still time, and there was a flower shop downstairs, He Qianhui decided to make a special trip.
No matter what kind of flowers, whether red or pink, having a bouquet to add a touch of decoration was always good.
