"Young Miss."
Zhenyi glanced up first only to see red roses. Who would be sending red roses and at this hour?
"Yes?" She asked, eyeing the man with the massive bouquet. There were so many flowers that she could barely see the servant who brought them.
"These are for you Young Miss."
"Me?"
"Yes.That's what the delivery man said." He said almost confused
" Young Miss ?"
"On the table please."
"Sure, "He said and left before handing her a letter.
She glanced down at the envelope in her hand. On the front, her name was written in the most beautiful calligraphy. Flipping it over, she pulled out the letter.
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Dear Zhenyi,
I apologize for using the means of letter to convey my message when I could have used my phone. But something tells me, you would have hanged up on my face.
