Summer Ford didn't look in his direction, holding the flowers as she walked and examined them.
Today, she received pink roses, vibrant and dewy, all in buds, yet to bloom.
With dewdrops, appearing about to bloom but not quite open, they looked particularly beautiful.
Summer Ford didn't particularly like roses. She was surprised that Ethan Laurent suddenly decided to send roses today.
"Why did you think to..." She leaned down to smell the bouquet, intending to ask, when she glimpsed a small card among the petals. It felt like a bucket of cold water was poured over her, and her words stopped abruptly.
On the small card, the sender's name was clearly written, signed: Aiden Lennox.
Summer Ford stared blankly at the card for a while, feeling as if her mind had been heavily struck. Her expression froze, and her gaze stiffly turned to Ethan Laurent.
Ethan Laurent was also watching her, his eyes dark as ink, like distant mountains under the night sky, thick and cold.
