Chapter 704
If she could wish for anything, how she wished it was her lying here…
“Feiyang, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.” He didn’t owe her anything, yet he had given so much for her. In her life, he was the one she owed the most.
Because time was limited, An Ruo didn’t stay long before leaving with reluctance.
Her mood was very low, and she felt guilty.
Yun Feiyang hadn’t woken up yet, while she had accepted Mo Hua and even dared to dream of happiness. Wasn’t she being too excessive, too inappropriate?
However, she didn’t dwell on these obsessive thoughts for long and stopped brooding over them. That day she didn’t contact Mo Hua, and he didn’t call her.
An Ruo knew she should take the initiative, especially since it was wrong of her to walk away from him midway. But subconsciously, she didn’t want to contact him; she wanted to calm down for a couple of days and think about which path to take in the future.
The next day, when she arrived at the studio, she received another bouquet of roses.
After discarding the roses she had received the day before yesterday, she placed the new ones in, but still, she didn’t call Mo Hua that day.
In the following two days, she didn’t reach out to him. Mo Hua, on the other hand, had called her twice, but they didn’t have much to say to each other.
Yet she received roses every day, which must mean he wasn’t mad at her.
An Ruo felt increasingly guilty toward him and decided to invite him out for a meal to ease the tension between them.
Mo Hua was surprised to receive her call but also very happy.
“Hello, An Ruo, do you need something?” he asked her.
Hearing his voice laced with a smile, she let out a sigh of relief. She really had been worried he was still angry with her.
She asked him out for a meal, and the man quickly agreed, saying he would pick her up in the afternoon.
An Ruo thought to herself, this time she wouldn’t neurotically leave him halfway through again.
The afternoon arrived quickly, and Mo Hua came to her studio early, directly knocking on the door of her office.
An Ruo opened the door and was surprised to see him.
“Why are you here so early?” she asked in surprise.
The man walked in smiling and replied, “I got off work early today, so I came over to pick you up earlier.”
His gaze suddenly landed on the two bunches of fiery red roses by the window, and he asked her with some confusion, “Do you like to display roses in your office?”
“I certainly don’t fancy that. You send me roses every day; if I don’t display them, should I throw them away?”
“I sent them?” Mo Hua slowly lost the smile at the corner of his mouth.
An Ruo looked at him oddly, “If it wasn’t you, then who could it be…” Who could be sending them?
Her words suddenly halted, and she realized something.
The person sending the roses never signed their name. She had assumed it was Mo Hua, but it was just a guess, and someone else might have been sending them.
An Ruo looked at him tentatively and asked, “It really isn’t you sending them?”
“No,” the man answered very definitely and his expression grew slightly dark, without showing much emotion.
An Ruo fell silent for a moment and said, “The person sending flowers has never left a name. I’ve always thought it was you…”
“If it were me, I would leave my name.”
Yes, of course, only someone who was afraid she wouldn’t accept them wouldn’t dare leave their name. There was no need to doubt anymore—the flowers were almost certainly from Tang Yuchen.
Hadn’t it all ended already? Why keep sending roses?
Mo Hua remained silent, his eyes slightly downcast, concealing his emotions from her.
He had been generous and hadn’t been angry with her over the last incident, and now this had happened.
An Ruo thought, even the most tolerant man would become unhappy at this point.