Carefully tidying up the rose petals, she found a suitably-sized box from the pile of things she'd bought, laid out soft paper and desiccant, and gently placed the flower inside.
He had given her many gifts, but never flowers; this was the first time she received roses from him.
Though these roses were quite ordinary, even a bit less fresh, she still treasured them as if they were precious.
After carefully putting away the box with the rose, she took out a small black wooden box from her handbag, opened it, and looked inside in the light, then clenched her fingers around it and stood up to leave the room.
She walked across the hall and gently knocked on Andre's door.
Inside the room, there was no response.
Chongchong frowned in confusion; he had been gone for so long, could something serious have really happened?
Thinking about the expressions of her two brothers just now, she casually stuffed the small box into her pocket, turned, and walked toward the reception room.
