"Let's break up." Lin Yao took off his glasses and his voice was as calm as reading a case report.
Wen Ye's hand that was pruning the flower branches paused: "Okay."
There was no questioning, just like never asking why he collected every ribbon she used to wrap flowers, and why he planted her most hated mint in the duty room.
Three years later, the new florist in the psychology department of the city hospital surprised everyone.
Director Lin, who didn't even give the dean face, took the initiative to apply to be the project coordinator.
"The plan doesn't work." Lin Yao threw Wen Ye's plan on the table, but stuffed it back into her bag when no one was around -
There is an apology hidden in the margins of every page of comments.
"Wen Ye," he stopped her as she was holding flowers, revealing the peace charm she had embroidered under her white coat, "Mint..."
"Dead." She said calmly, "Just like you said."
Until she found the window of the duty room——
That "mint" plant is actually a lisianthus seedling.
There is a small label hanging on it: the 1036th day of waiting for her forgiveness.
"Your tone of ending was too calm."
"I was so calm that I almost forgot——"
"It was you who wanted the beginning first."
Concept: In the gap between reason and sensibility, love is the only suture
