“A Chen, do you like them?”
“Like what?” Xu Xuchen looks at the pile of flowers, finally unable to hold back any longer.
“Ahem, the flowers. Do you like them?” Mu Jingchuan’s voice sounds rather tentative.
“So this is how you pursue someone?”
“One of my methods.”
“I’m hanging up.”
Mu Jingchuan looks at the phone that has been decisively hung up on him and gives a slight twitch of the lips. “So heartless, huh?”
The world’s prejudices don’t matter. What matters is that you’re the right person. My madness isn’t my fault; it’s in my nature. As time slowly passes, love gradually reveals itself, and only then do I realize how much you mean to me.
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