Chapter 673 - I want to give you the most romantic confession.
As it was winter, the night sky was pitch black.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Pei Ge was cowed by the tension she perceived in the air.
She furtively peeked at his face. Under dim yellow lights, his cold face made her feel a little sheepish.
This annoying fellow looks mad…
He seems really bothered that I haven’t contacted him all this while.
I’m just a nobody to him, so why is he so hung up on that?
“That… Ziming, where are you taking me?”
She lifted her head and saw a long archway made of trees ahead, and a totally lost and clueless look descended on her face.
W-What is all this?
Amid her confusion, she heard a child’s voice.
“Big sis, this is for you!”
Returning to herself, she dipped her head and saw a boy in a suit holding a stalk of scarlet rose.
She subconsciously reached out and received it.
“Little boy, who—”
The boy scurried away on his little feet before she could complete her question, quickly disappearing from her sight.
“…” She blinked at that, feeling even more muddle-headed.
“What is Ji Ziming up to?!” she softly exclaimed. Lowering her head, she eyed the vivid red rose in her hand.
Roses… represent love.
Her expression turned even more lost.
That annoying fellow suddenly brought me here and even gave me roses… Is he going to confess to me? She jokingly asked herself.
“Eh?”
This was when she spotted a little note tied on the rose stalk.
“What is this?”
She untied the little note.
‘Our first meeting was at a coffee house. I remember your back.’
Coffee house?
She blinked in confusion at the words on the note.
Does this ‘our’ refer to me and that annoying fellow? How come I recall our first meeting to be at Bar Vista?
Although she refuted what was written on the note, her heart still pounded fast.
She carefully folded the note, placed it in the pocket of her outerwear, and went to where the arrow was pointing.
When she reached the second heart-shaped arrow made of roses, another little boy in a suit ran over to her.
“Big sis, your rose!”
She received the rose from him, and before she could speak, the boy scurried away as well.
With a heart full of anticipation, she opened the note tied on the rose stalk again.
‘On our second meeting at Bar Vista, you were like a drunk cat, and just like that, you burst into my world like a tyrant.’