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?"

but laugh, "Of course, I

involuntarily nodded when

and

cream cake on dry ice. It might melt

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

seemed to be

didn't expect

and said indifferently, "Men

glanced at Jaydon whose face was still carrying a

breeze. She

bowls of egg noodles. They finished eating them with

that how much she could eat,

embarrassed. Why did she seem to hear a faint mockery in

Jaydon was only

for three days and nights. I might

next day was

clock. It was almost noon when she

a person sitting on the sofa of the living room.

was a fine day and the living

camel-colored carpet, concentrating

kinds. There were goose-yellow carnations, red roses and baby's breath. They were

to be much of a craftsman,

to arrange those flowers one by one into the vase. His back was covered

a picture. And his every move would vitalize this picture that should have been still like an oil painting. Even Kathy, who was around him, felt

while, he finally put the crystal vase in the middle of the coffee table and lazily turned around. His

replied with a

a little dense and his shirt was wrinkled, which made him somewhat embarrassed. However, his expression was

say, so she turned to the kitchen and

her. "I kept watching at you when you slept

embrace. His chin rubbed against her head, and he said gently, "Kathy, let's give