"Why did you give me a sunflower bracelet?"
"Because sunflowers represent hope. May we both live toward the light."
It was the first birthday present Er Sheng had ever received, and it was so special.
For many years afterward, Xiang Yang received sunflowers from Er Sheng every year on his birthday, sent anonymously.
Lost in her memories, Er Sheng looked at Xiang Yang in his suit. The tears she had been holding back blurred her vision. Deep down, she still couldn't accept that the man about to become a groom was the radiant boy she had silently loved for more than a decade.
"Honey, who gave you those sunflowers? Someone secretly in love with you?"
"What secret admirer? They were anonymous. I've gotten lots of them. Maybe they were meant to bring hope."
"Sunflowers mean unspoken love. Isn't that what a secret crush is?"
Xiang Yang paused, seeming to remember something. But the card tucked into the bouquet no longer said 'Happy Birthday.' It said, 'Wishing you happiness.'
