That night, he stood amidst the airport crowd, holding a bouquet of flowers, watching the constant reunion scenes unfolding at the airport. A smile unconsciously crept up at the corners of his mouth.
He lowered his head to catch a whiff of the faint floral scent and smiled gently. Roses, sweet and fragrant, just like her—charming and sweet, graceful and elegant.
Finally, after waiting for nearly an hour, he saw her walking out with her suitcase. He quickly concealed his emotions, stepped forward, and with a slight smile, presented her with the carefully selected roses, saying softly, "Welcome back, Daisy."
She accepted the flowers, her face showing a hint of happiness, followed by sadness. Then she smiled politely at him and said, "Thank you, Second Brother."
The car ride from the airport to the Grant family villa takes over an hour. Midway, suddenly, the sky flickered with light.
"It's fireworks." She exclaimed excitedly like a child.
