When I finished my work and came out, I saw Chimujiang waiting for me holding a sunflower.

Just like when he made the first call inviting me out and asked, "Ms. Lin, what kind of flowers do you like? In order for you to recognize me easily, I will hold a bouquet of flowers to meet you."

He held the sunflower, as if defiling the flower that represents loyalty.

Just like the countless things he did for Chen Yaoyao when we were not together, defiling my trust in him.

Clearly, he showed his love for me so explicitly.

Clearly, when he nervously presented himself as a flower the first time he saw me holding the sunflower.

Clearly, when I promised to confess my love to him, he held me tightly and said he would treat me well.

But at that time, I didn't ask, and he didn't say.

He would treat me well, but not only me.

This time, he didn't make the same mistake as when we first met, by handing me the sunflower to look at.

He said, "Shuyin, the sunflower is blooming so beautifully, I asked the store clerk to pack it nicely."

I didn't take it, he hid his embarrassment well and asked me, "Are you hungry? Do you want to go eat something?"

I wasn't in the mood to have meal with him either.

Suddenly, I remembered the reason why we had a falling out, so I asked him.

"Did you go see Chen Yaoyao? Didn't you decide to try to reconcile with her?"

He once again made a pitiful plea, "Shuyin, it's all my fault, please don't push me away."