At almost the same time, the courier arrived, holding a fresh bunch of delicate champagne roses. Recognizing her this time, he directly handed them to Ling Chuxia, "Miss Chuxia, your flowers, please sign for them!"
Blinking her big eyes, the confusion at the bottom of Ling Chuxia's eyes had turned into bafflement. She had thought about it all day yesterday, still unable to figure out who had sent the flowers, later concluding that perhaps it really was a delivery mistake.
But unexpectedly, the flowers were sent again the next day. Ling Chuxia didn't dare to sign for them immediately, but instead asked the delivery guy carefully, "Are you sure these flowers are for me?"
"You are Miss Chuxia, right?" the courier answered seriously.
Ling Chuxia nodded.
"Then these are your flowers, please sign."
Ling Chuxia, feeling dazed, signed for them, holding the flowers somewhat helplessly. She looked at the small card tucked within them, reached out and took it, and opened it.
