He had no ti to marvel at the person’s appearance before he saw the other half of his face.
A silver mask, intricately carved with complex patterns, concealed his left cheek, revealing only the area below his nose. Beneath the mask, his gaze was cold, dark, and mysterious, imparting an intangible sense of oppression.
An Ji narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of inquisitiveness flashing within them.
The man curved his attractive, thin lips upward, took a step forward, and extended a hand with distinct veins, offering a shallow smile, "I am Xingtian, Mr. An, pleased to et you."
An Ji stared at him for two seconds before grasping his hand, "Mr. Xing, pleased to et you."
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After she stopped taking care of Tang Yuchen at the hospital, An Ruo returned to her normal life and went to work on ti every day.
That day, not long after she arrived at the studio, she received a bundle of red roses, exactly eleven of them.
Wen Jing playfully asked her who had sent them.
There was no card with the flowers, and the delivery boy also said that the custor did not leave any ssage, so she truly didn’t know who had sent them.
However, she believed that they must have been from Mo Hua, really, why send them anonymously?
Maybe he was apologizing for what happened that day—after all, she wasn’t even angry with him.
After finding a vase to arrange the flowers, An Ruo didn’t dwell on it and imrsed herself in her work wholeheartedly.
The next morning when she ca to work, she received another eleven roses, which made Wen Jing very envious.
An Ruo was not one to waste, and these were flowers sent by Mo Hua; naturally, she couldn’t just dispose of them carelessly, so she found another vase to put them in.
Now her office looked beautiful with two bouquets of fiery red roses.
In the afternoon, just before work was over, Mo Hua called to say he would pick her up shortly, and they would go out to dinner together. An Ruo agreed with a smile, also deciding to interrogate him pretty thoroughly.
She was the last one to leave the studio, and when she ca out, she saw Mo Hua’s car parked ahead, him casually leaning against the door, looking suavely at her.
She approached with a smile and asked, "How long have you been here?"
"Just got here a short while ago. Are you hungry?" he asked as he opened the door for her with a gentle question.
An Ruo got in and shook her head slightly, "Not very."
Mo Hua got in, started the car, and smiled at her, "I’ve been a bit busy the last couple of days, not having ti to be with you. To make ands, I’ve specially bought a gift for you. See if you like it."
He reached into his suit pocket, and An Ruo squinted at him, questioning, "Just a gift?"
She was now certain the flowers were from him.
Mo Hua paused for a mont, then realized, "I almost forgot, there’s also this."
He took out another bunch of roses from the back and handed them to her, "How could there not be fresh flowers?" he said with a profound and charming smile.
An Ruo, holding the flowers he gave her, counted them. There were eleven, so she instinctively asked, "Why are there eleven?"
"Don’t you know what eleven stands for? Eleven red roses an that I’m devoted to you alone." After saying that, the man also took out the gift from his pocket.
"Here, open it and see."
As he spoke the words "I’m devoted to you alone," An Ruo was montarily stunned. When she saw the jewelry box he had given her, she was so shocked that she couldn’t react.
When she first accepted him, it was with the intention of giving each other a chance. But she really hadn’t expected Mo Hua to like her so much.
The more he liked her, the more afraid she was that she wouldn’t do well enough, the more she feared hurting him even more, and the less confident she felt about the relationship.
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