The white paper is stained with the ink of the colored pen. No matter how it is mended or modified, it will never be as pure as before.
She fell in love briefly with that stunningly youthful person, and even if they broke up, years later when facing her fiancé who was about to get her marriage license, his figure would still pop up in the back of Tong Shulan's mind.
The longing is unstoppable and the love grows wildly like weeds.
When she returned to China to apply for a job, she was approached by a small technological innovation company. When she saw the words "Bao Zhehan" on the company's employee list, her heart beat faster and she agreed to go for the interview.
In the same company, one is in the finance department and the other is in the R&D department. They were once childhood sweethearts and now they are strangers.
The peaceful life came to an abrupt end when I got off work one day.
Someone from Cheng Ripao's laboratory blocked the door of her office, holding a bouquet of purple irises.
"Director Tong, happy Valentine's Day, can I invite you to dinner?"
The sensitive holiday, the unexpected invitation, and his relaxed and frank tone made it seem like they were still in love.
"Sorry,"
She crossed her arms and said coldly,
"Researcher Baofa, you usually don't hear anything outside the window, so you may not know that I actually have a fiancé."
The man nodded without changing his expression: "I know."
"But I'm afraid that if I don't do it right, you'll really end up with a scumbag forever."
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[The flower language of iris - it is freedom, hope, secret admiration, and desperate love.
Purpose: To pay tribute to the endless innovative spirit of generations