Yu Minglang stepped out from Hai Zhao's place, drenched in cold sweat. The breeze cleared his head instantly.
He didn't expect the issue to be this serious. Just thinking about Qian's angry expression made his scalp tingle.
Standing by the roadside for a long time, he decided to act swiftly, head straight to her place, and refuse to leave until she forgives him.
With only some spare change in his pocket, Yu Minglang returned home to grab some money, and fearing it might not be enough, he went to his brother's place to borrow some more. He then went to the mall to buy a ring and to a flower shop to buy a bouquet of fiery roses. This time, he confirmed they were indeed roses.
He even compared them with carnations and found they didn't look much different.
