Zhili

It was almost early in the morning, and Chen Qing was still waiting. Xiao Zhaozi couldn't hold it any longer, so he sat on the side of the road and took a nap. A gust of night wind blew by, and Chen Qing walked up to Xiao Zhaozi and gave him his coat. At this time, the sound of the carriage finally sounded. The car finally stopped in front of Su Zhili's house, and the charmingly dressed girl slowly walked down, holding two bouquets of flowers in her hands. Chen Qing saw it. He knew that on this day every year, a close friend of Su Zhili's would give her a bouquet of flowers. That person was the young lady of the Ren family in Wucheng. But who sent the other bouquet of flowers?