"Yes. I have a relative in a flower shop. These flowers look so good that they can be sold. You don't mind.

"No, you can handle it anyway."

Ye Shui-mo would like to throw out all these hot potatoes. She doesn't care what her girlfriend wants to do with them.

The next day, Ye Shui-Mo had classes in the morning, because "morning exercise" was late, she ate a little anxiously.

The doorbell rang, and this time it was the hour labourer who went to open the door. Soon he came in quickly. "Mr. Ye, Miss Ye, there's an open car parked outside the door with pink roses in it."

Ye...