The girl joyfully hugged the bouquet as she went upstairs, returning it to the changing room.
She held a card in her hand when she came down, "Amelia, there's a card in the flowers."
There were only eight characters on the card.
Years By Years, Thomas and Arthur.
The writing penetrated the paper, grand and forceful; just by looking at it, one could tell the person writing was no ordinary individual.
Amelia Clarke recognized whose handwriting it was, and her heart pounded wildly.
Those eight characters, each unrelated to love, yet together, carried an immeasurably deep meaning.
The staff had lunch at noon.
Amelia Clarke had just sat down when someone took a seat opposite her.
She looked up and saw it was the reception manager who had spoken with Owen Moreland on the roadside the previous night.
"Did Owen Moreland send those flowers?" the reception manager asked bluntly.