If possible, how she wished that the person lying here was her...
"Feiyang, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." He didn't owe her anything, but he had paid so much for her. He was the person she owed the most in her life.
Because time was limited, Anruo reluctantly left without staying for long.
She felt very depressed and blamed herself.
Yun Feiyang hasn't woken up yet, but she accepted Mo Hua and still dreamed of happiness. Isn't she going too far and wrong?
However, she didn't struggle with this trivial issue for long, and stopped worrying about it. She didn't contact Mo Hua that day, and he didn't call her.
An Ruo knew that she should take the initiative. After all, it was inappropriate for her to leave him halfway. But she subconsciously didn't want to contact him. She wanted to calm down for two days and think calmly about how to go in the future.
The next day she came to the studio and received another bouquet of roses.
Throwing away the roses she received the day before yesterday, she inserted new ones into them, but she still didn't call Mo Hua that day.
In the next two days, she didn't take the initiative to contact him. Mo Hua called her twice, and the two of them didn't have much to say.
But she receives roses every day, which means he is not angry with her.
An Ruo felt more and more guilty about him, and planned to ask him out for a meal to ease the tense relationship between the two.
Mo Hua was surprised to receive her call, but he was also very happy.
"Hey, Anruo, do you have a problem with me?" he asked her.
She breathed a sigh of relief when she heard his smiling voice. She was really worried that he had been angry with her.
She asked him to have dinner, and the man readily agreed and said he would pick her up in the afternoon.
An Ruo thought to herself that this time she would no longer be so nervous and leave him in the middle of the trip.
Time soon arrived in the afternoon, and Mo Hua came to her studio early and knocked directly on her office door.
An Ruo opened the door and was surprised to see him.
"Why did you come so early?" she asked in surprise.
The man walked in with a smile and answered her: "I got off work early today, so I came to pick you up early."
His eyes suddenly fell on the two bouquets of red roses by the window, and he asked her with some confusion: "Do you like to put roses in the office?"
"I have no interest in that. You send me roses every day. If I don't put them up, do you think I should throw them away?"
"Did I give it to you?" Mo Hua slowly wiped away the smile on his lips.
An Ruo looked at him strangely: "It wasn't you who gave it to me, it was..." Who gave it to him?
She paused suddenly as she realized something.
The person who sent the roses never signed it, and she thought it was from Mo Hua. It was just her guess, and it might not have been from him.
An Ruo stared at him and asked tentatively: "Is it really not from you?"
"No." The man replied very firmly, with a slightly gloomy expression on his face.
An Ruo was silent for a moment and said: "The person who sends flowers never leaves his name. I always thought it was you..."
"If it were me, I would leave my name."
Yes, only those who are afraid that she will not accept it dare not leave their names. There is no need to doubt that this flower is most likely a gift from Tang Yuchen.
Isn’t it already over? Why send roses?
Mo Hua remained silent, his eyes slightly lowered, and she could not see his emotions.
He was generous enough not to get angry with her last time, but this time something like this happened again.
An Ruo thought to herself, no matter how generous a man is, he would be unhappy.
