Perhaps because there were too many people around, the other party's voice was very low, so only Su Wan herself could hear it.
This voice…
Su Wan's heart pounded, and she only felt a layer of heat in her eyes.
It was as if a flower had bloomed from the soles of her feet, slowly wrapping itself around her blood.
Such happiness… and such fear.
Was it him?
Was it him…
Because she was too excited, Su Wan had no choice but to bite down hard on her lips to force herself to calm down.
She looked up and saw a plate first. Sure enough, there was an exquisite hazelnut cake on it. The cake maker had carved it into the shape of a rose.
It was so beautiful that even before Su Wan ate it, she already felt the sweetness in her heart.
The hand holding the plate was whiter than the average man's. The knuckles were long and slender, and the nails were neatly trimmed. At a glance, it looked like a hand that played the piano.
