"What's wrong, weren't the flowers sent by your Chen Yiran?" Shen Xin turned around and asked Tianxin after she hung up the phone.
"No." Tianxin shook her head, looking at the large bunch of bright and dripping roses in front of her, she couldn't help but prop her chin up on the table and sighed: "Ah... who on earth sent these? Not even a name, it's so strange..."
"Could it be Su Yue?" Shen Xin thought for a moment, then asked Tianxin: "Hasn't he always liked you?"
"That can't be... I think Su Yue is quite a low-key person, and although he likes me, he has always been silently fond of me. Besides... I had almost no contact with him during the entire summer vacation, how could he possibly send flowers out of the blue..." Tianxin shook her head, dismissing that assumption.
