She trimmed the roses neatly one by one and then arranged them in a vase. Sheng Jiayu stared at the delicate petals, feeling a bit of sweetness in her heart.
She actually didn't like roses very much, but that didn't matter. Women do like receiving flowers, after all.
Lying on the bed, she received a message from Mu Ke saying he'd already arrived home.
Sheng Jiayu stared at the ceiling. She really hadn't expected to accept another man after divorcing Xin Ke, but at least, for now, she wasn't resisting. That was good, a good start.
She had no idea when she fell asleep. The next day she woke up and looked out the window through the curtains, furrowing her brow, suddenly sensing something and hurriedly sitting up.
She got out of bed, pulled the curtain open, and was stunned.
The outside world was wrapped in silver; a thick layer of snow weighed down the pine trees in the community. On the building opposite, the snow on the roof was exceptionally smooth, with no footprints at all.
