Walter came back shortly carrying a bunch of flowers.
Autumn Ellison predictably threw away what he brought.
And ended up with a red mark on her face.
Stella looked at him helplessly, "You still haven't given up?"
Walter shook his head, "I won't give up. Can you tell me what your mom likes these days? What does she like to eat, what flowers does she prefer? What does she enjoy doing? I've been here for three days, and she's been angry for three days. If you tell me, I can make her happy."
Stella pursed her lips, "Actually, my mom's preferences haven't changed much. It's just because it's you who sent them, she might not like them much."
Walter hearing this, his expression dimmed slightly, "I see, I thought she had really changed a lot, stopped liking the old pastries and sunflowers."
"I don't know how to speak on your matter. Personally, I wouldn't forgive easily either. What you did before was truly excessive, and it's not something that can be forgotten quickly."
