Angelica and Glass

It was nearly midnight, and Chen Qing was still waiting.

Little Zhao had long since run out of steam. He sat by the roadside, nodding off.

A night breeze swept by. Chen Qing walked over to Little Zhao and gave him his coat.

Just then, the sound of a carriage finally rang out.

The carriage stopped in front of Su Zhili’s home. A stunningly beautiful young woman slowly stepped down, holding two bouquets of flowers.

Chen Qing saw her.

He knew that every year on this day, one of Su Zhili’s closest friends sent her a bouquet. That person was the young lady of the Ren family of Wucheng.

But who had sent the other bouquet?