After the Torrential Rain, Clear Skies Lie Ahead

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Six years after leaving Beicheng, I ran into my former fiance, Zhou Yanchen, and my biological older brother, Wen Xulan, in a warm, springlike town in Nancheng. After all these years, they still had the refined, gentle air of rich young heirs. Through my own hard work, I had opened a little flower shop in this town.

"One bunch of lilies and one bunch of carnations. That'll be 200 yuan."

Perhaps they never expected to see me here. The moment our eyes met, shock and bewilderment filled both their faces. I paid no attention to their stares and lowered my head to get back to work. Soon, both bouquets were wrapped.

"Gentlemen, here are your flowers."