It was already Tuesday at around three o'clock in the afternoon. Mu Wange was holding a phone in one hand and walking out while talking on the phone. As soon as she walked out of the school gate, she saw a man not far away who hung up the phone and waved to her.

Mu Wange hung up the phone, and the man opened the car door behind him, took out a bouquet of pink roses, and strode over.

It's a bright pink color with dewdrops on it, as if it had just been picked and delivered.

"Miss Mu, please sign for your flowers."

Mu Wange looked at the pink rose, stretched out his hand to take it absentmindedly, and signed his name.

…

On her eighth birthday, Xi Nancheng held her hand and stood outside a flower shop and asked her: "Not a little girl, what flowers do you like?"

"That." She pointed to a cluster of pink roses in the flower shop. At that time, she didn't know what kind of flower it was, but she just thought the pink color was very beautiful.

Xi Nancheng led her in, asked the price, took out the crumpled money from his pocket, bought six sticks, and gave them to her.

It was his third birthday with her, and he gave her six pink roses. Good things come in pairs.

After that, every birthday, he would add two more. Every year, she would know that there were twenty-eight flowers in her hands without counting them. In a flash, fourteen years had passed.

…

Mu Wange held the pink roses in her hands. They were not actually of a very expensive variety, but standing at the school gate holding a large bouquet still aroused discussion among others.

She didn't want to be watched. Since her secret marriage to Gu Yanshen, what she wanted most was to reduce her presence.

Mu Wange walked quickly forward holding the flower that was almost blocking his view. When he saw a taxi pull away, he got in.

"Miss, where are you going?"

The car moved forward slowly. Singer Mu Wan was still holding flowers in her arms, and she was still lost in thought after getting in the car.

"Master, please drive as you please, thank you."

"Okay." The taxi driver is also an experienced driver. He has driven all kinds of people and has seen various scenes. This is not the first time that a woman has rushed into the car and asked him to drive as he pleases.

I found a road that wasn't blocked and drove forward.

…

Mu Wange was sitting in the car, the scent of roses entered her nose, and her vision was in a trance.

Last night, she seemed to be avoiding something deliberately. She turned off the lights and lay on the bed when it was past ten o'clock while reading. She just closed her eyes and suddenly opened them again. She reached to the bedside to touch her mobile phone and silenced her mobile phone.

He breathed a sigh of relief and forced himself to sleep.

Not long after sleeping, he suddenly woke up and opened his eyes in the darkness. Mu Wange found that there was light in the dark bedroom. Looking over, he saw that the screen of his mobile phone on the bedside table was on.

He turned his head blankly and looked at the screen of his mobile phone, no longer feeling sleepy.

The phone screen turned dark shortly after it turned on, and the room fell into darkness again.

As if he had gained consciousness, his hand reached towards the bedside table and took the phone with the black screen in his hand. He stared at the phone in the dark with his eyes wide open, turned on the phone and slid it away.

It's a text message.

"Wanwan, happy birthday."

Stuck at twelve o'clock in the morning...

She deliberately went to bed early just to avoid it, fearing that she would have to wait for birthday wishes in the early morning. It was a habit, and now she didn't want to let it go.

The two people are no longer together. He is no longer the Xi Nancheng she knew. She doesn't want to live in the past. However, this habit has become like a biological clock, which still makes her seem conscious at twelve o'clock.

Open your eyes.

Let this night be a sleepless night.
Chapter completed!