On the way back, Fu Zhimei smelled like a foul face. He was just in front of the first voyage. On the bus, the man said nothing and asked him nothing.

finally returned to the apartment and ended the silent journey.

Bring a white rose by air, glancing at Fu Zhiyue with joy, still with a somber face, or as soon as possible away from this uncertain man, quickly run back to the room.

Find an unused vase, put some water on it, take the white rose wrapping apart and put it in the vase one by one. It looks beautiful. Maybe I have the gift of arranging flowers. Look...