My Sweetheart

Kathy involuntarily turned to look over. It was Jaydon.

The shop was somewhat small. It was hard for the shopkeeper who stood behind the counter to hand the bouquets to Jaydon. So Kathy took the flowers and wanted to help give it to him.

Today, Jaydon was wearing a white shirt. His straightened clothes were a little loose and his chin was faintly green with stubble. He looked tired and had probably worked overtime.

He didn't take it. Instead, he scratched his hair and said awkwardly, "It is for you. Kathy, happy birthday."

Happy birthday?

Kathy was confused for a long time before she remembered that today was her birthday.

This morning, her mother also asked her to return home early to celebrate on WeChat, but she refused because she had to work overtime.

Kathy withdrew her hand and held the bouquet. She heard the shopkeeper's excited voice, "So it's for you!"

To Kathy, his simple sentence seemed to imply something else.

After thanking him, she looked down and quickly walked out of the flower shop. She heard that the rolling door behind her was falling. In an instant, the surroundings became quiet.

Jaydon followed her out without saying anything.

In the hazy night, there were two figures with a bouquet of flowers.

It was a pure feeling, as if they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Kathy stopped and turned around. "Do you work overtime, too?"

"Yes." Jaydon nodded with deep-set eyes in the night.

For a moment, Kathy almost drowned in his eyes.

Even the eyes were so similar.

"Are you hungry?" Kathy blurted out, "Do you want a night feast?"

help but laugh, "Of course, I want to

when

to his car and took out a

a small ice cream cake on dry ice.

I didn't expect there to be an operation. Otherwise, I

seemed to

and said, "Then you didn't expect me to be

sat in in the passenger seat in silence and

holding the steering wheel paused. She glanced at Jaydon whose face was

breeze. She felt

at the apartment, Kathy quickly cooked two bowls of egg noodles. They finished eating them

could eat, "It's

embarrassed. Why did she seem to hear

was only

I stay here tonight? I haven't rested for three days and nights. I might die

day was

clock. It was almost noon when she

of the bedroom in a daze and suddenly found a person sitting on

fine day and the living

on the camel-colored carpet,

bought last night, which had many kinds. There were goose-yellow carnations, red

a craftsman,

one by one into the vase. His back was covered

move would vitalize this picture that should have been still like an oil painting.

crystal vase in the middle of the coffee table and lazily turned around. His thin lips curved slightly, revealing a

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wrinkled, which made him somewhat embarrassed. However, his expression was very relaxed and calm. "I want to talk to you

what he wanted to say, so she turned to the kitchen and said, "I'm

when you slept on the plane to Europe. I'm thinking that you'll be the only one

her into his embrace.