In the next few weeks, my schedule was full, and several teachers had to switch classes with me because of a fever.
After they recovered, I fell ill.
I took the advantage to have a good rest at home.
I was lying at home feeling restless that day, so I thought about picking up Mian from school.
I didn't tell Shawn about it. I planned that, after picking up Mian, the three of us to go out to have dinner and watch a movie.
When I was almost there, I suddenly remembered what Mian said last time about buying flowers.
Seeing that there was still time, and there happened to be a flower shop not far from the school, I got up and walked towards there.
The spring after the rain was like an ink painting. Small buds emerged from the soil, showing vitality.
I turned the corner and saw Shawn's car parked on the side of the road.
Just as I was about to go forward, I caught a glimpse of Shawn at the door of the flower shop, holding a bouquet and sniffing them.
He smelled the flowers in his hand and a smile that I had never seen before appeared on his face.
I remembered what Mian said about Shawn sending flowers to Ms. Milton.
My heart felt as if it was cut by a knife, and the stinging pain quickly spread throughout my body.
I quickly hid aside like a peeper, raised my phone, and adjusted the focus to the maximum.
Was that bouquet for Ms. Milton as Mian said?
