Tianxin hadn't recovered from Shen Xin's words when Yiran's call came through.
"Hello... Yiran brother..." Tianxin's voice weakly called out into the handset.
"Tianxin, have you received the flowers I sent?" Yiran's deep and tender voice came through the phone with a hint of cheerfulness.
"The rose brooch that was delivered to our dorm earlier, was that really from you?" Tianxin asked in surprise.
"Mm, do you like it?"
"Why send me this? I don't even have clothes that go with this brooch. Wouldn't a bouquet of flowers have been fine?"
"That bouquet from the other guy last time, do you still have it?"
"Of course not, it's been over a week already, it must have withered by now." Tianxin looked down at her desk, where only an empty vase remained; the flower that had been in it had long withered and been thrown away by her.
