The Flowers I Never Sent

Miao Yan had been fostered by the Zhang family since she was fifteen.

The lady of the Zhang household always wore qipao and rarely smiled.

Whenever she went out, bodyguards surrounded her in layers. Zhang Xunning walked in their midst, her steps gentle yet firm.

From the age when she first experienced love, Miao Yan already knew exactly how she felt.

But Zhang Xunning pretended not to notice, refusing to respond to those hidden feelings.

Then, through a twist of fate, they embraced and kissed on a sweltering summer day, giving in to pleasure for one fleeting moment.

After that, they parted for five years.

Neither saw the other again.

The bouquet of lilies meant to confess her feelings was never given openly.

*

Zhang Xunning thought they could never reconcile, but she never expected Miao Yan to come back.

Five years had passed. The stubborn, awkward girl from back then had become passionate and flirtatious, impossible to resist.

When their scorching gazes met, Zhang Xunning acted indifferent, but her spine trembled.

In the narrow hallway, Zhang Xunning was pressed back step by step, so flustered she could barely walk in her high heels, until she reached the corner.

“I owe the person I’ve become today to you.”

Those red lips opened and closed, using Zhang Xunning’s guilt to melt her feigned coldness into a pool of spring water.

Acting sweet, standing her ground, playing the victim.

Zhang Xunning was completely ensnared by these tactics and never dared to casually say she was leaving again.

*

Unable to let go, unwilling to give up,

Miao Yan came back even after five years.

She thought, I still haven’t given her my flowers.

How can I let this woman leave me behind?

1. Puppy-like girl turned wolfish young lady x silent, aloof beauty

2. They are not on the same household registration and are not related by blood

3. Reconciliation after a breakup, seven-year age gap

Theme: Striving to improve yourself is the true foundation of life