Wen Nuan felt a happiness in life she had never experienced before, making her more eager for the future than ever.
After they parted, she thought that in these two months, she and Fu Mingyu would each become dormant, but that wasn't the case.
From the Monday Fu Mingyu left, Wen Nuan was constantly surrounded by his presence.
Every morning at exactly seven, just as the people in the dorm were getting up, Wen Nuan's phone would ring, and the delivery guy from the flower shop would bring a fresh bouquet with a bright smile, different every day of the week.
For lunch, whether it was Chinese, Western, or Italian cuisine, whatever was available in the world, Wen Nuan could eat without repetition every day. Not only that, but the three girls in Wen Nuan's dorm also enjoyed this culinary treat, wondering what tomorrow's lunch would be.
