"Roses, girls love roses the most. Give her a big bouquet of roses and say a few nice words, and even the biggest anger will fade away."
Yan Song pressed his lips together, "Then, roses it is."
The florist shook her head, "But we're out of stock right now. You'll have to wait until seven in the morning. See…"
Yan Song frowned, "I'll be here at seven sharp in the morning." With that, he turned and left.
"Okay, I'll call the delivery person and ask them to come as early as possible."
Yan Song drove aimlessly around the streets before finally stopping in front of Zelin Apartment, leaning on the steering wheel, and heaving a deep sigh.
Is she crying right now? Just the thought of her secretly weeping was unbearably heartbreaking.
After a night of calm in the car, tossing and turning with thoughts, he didn't hesitate to choose tolerating Miaomiao over losing her.