In the blink of an eye, the seven-day holiday was down to its last day.
Before heading back, Zhang Hao had prepared a little surprise for He Qianhui.
It was, in a way, the perfect full stop to their journey.
He had booked a restaurant and ordered roses, and He Qianhui had dressed up for the occasion.
Zhang Hao had arrived at the restaurant early, ready to share this moment together.
Only after seeing that everything was prepared did He Qianhui sit down.
"What's all this about, making such a fuss?"
"For you, no amount of fuss is a problem, as long as you're happy, that's enough."
Looking down at the large bunch of champagne roses in her arms, He Qianhui also felt blissful.
"When are we heading back? You're not planning to drive through the night again, are you? You have work tomorrow."
Zhang Hao smiled slightly, "You don't need to worry about that; I'll definitely be back on time."
