That day, the sunshine was truly lovely, pouring down like molten gold.
Shen Sirui, hand in hand with Ye Feifei, strolled along the floral path, where osmanthus trees flanked both sides, their fragrance thick and intoxicating, wafting into their senses.
The two walked and chatted together.
Perhaps tired from the walk, Shen Sirui stopped, took Ye Feifei's hand, and held it to his heart, looking sincerely into her eyes. He said, "I'm sorry, Feifei, I feel that I must apologize to you today. I had no idea so much had happened last night. If I had known earlier, I would have been here sooner. Yesterday's events erupted so suddenly, you must have been terrified, hadn't you?"
