The bouquet of flowers was handed to the eyes. The ice-cream-colored wavy platycodon held pink lychee roses, wrapped in dark green matte paper, and bloomed brightly and enthusiastically.

Song Yu's eyebrows were crooked, and he deliberately hid his hands behind his back and refused to take them. Tan Huairong never took them back, looking at her dotingly and indulgently.

Even though he didn't believe in the master's theory of cause and effect, everything that happened after ...