"Put the flowers in the backseat first," Qiao Yuan said as he took the enormous bouquet of roses from Jiang Chunfen's hand and carefully placed it in the backseat.
Seeing this, Jiang Chunfen couldn't help but say apologetically, "You should have told me in advance. I didn't prepare anything for you."
"This is a surprise for you. If I tell you, it will lose its meaning," Qiao Yuan said.
He was four years younger than her, but in front of Qiao Yuan, Jiang Chunfen seemed to have found the feelings of a young girl that had been lost for many years. With him, there were gentle and ambiguous bubbles everywhere, making her enjoy it.
"Help me put on the necklace." Jiang Chunfen looked at Qiao Yuan and said, "I'll always wear it."
Qiao Yuan couldn't help but look delighted. "Alright."
To him, happiness had always been so simple. Jiang Chunfen's every frown and smile, or even her words, could satisfy him.
