She then saw Han Zhuoling pass her a bouquet. "You forgot your flowers."
Shi Xiaoya took it awkwardly. She didn't leave it on purpose; it had really slipped her mind.
Because she was too nervous, anxious to get home quickly, the flowers were left behind on the backseat.
"It wasn't on purpose," Shi Xiaoya explained. "I forgot about it."
Her explanation made Han Zhuoling's mouth curve into a smile.
She didn't leave it behind on purpose. She didn't not care about it.
Did that mean that she could possibly forgive him?
Seeing those flowers reminded her of the unspoken words before the gala.
Han Zhuoling was waiting for Shi Xiaoya to finish her words all this while when he was driving.
But she never did.
Since she didn't say it, he asked again, "Will you forgive me?"
Han Zhuoling stuffed both his hands into his pockets. His palms were sweating on this chilly night.
He could only hide them in his pockets.
