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

when she met

returned to his car and took

was a small ice cream cake on dry ice. It

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

seemed to be

you didn't expect me

sat in in the passenger seat in silence and said indifferently, "Men wait

She glanced at

a springtime breeze. She felt good every time

Kathy quickly cooked two bowls of egg noodles. They finished

that how much she could eat, "It's

did she seem to hear a

was

haven't rested for three days and

next day was

did not set the alarm clock. It was almost noon

bedroom in a daze and suddenly found a person sitting on the sofa of the living room.

was a fine day and the

sat casually on the camel-colored carpet, concentrating on putting flowers

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

seem to be much of a craftsman,

patient enough to arrange those flowers one by one into the vase. His back was covered with a golden yellow glow

every move would vitalize this picture that should have been still like an oil painting. Even Kathy, who was

table and

morning." Kathy replied with a

stood up. The beard on his chin was a little dense and his shirt was wrinkled, which made him somewhat embarrassed. However, his

to know what he wanted to say, so she turned to the kitchen and said, "I'm hungry. Let's

you slept on the plane

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