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Feng Ziyan walked out while buttoning her suit jacket. Su Ying muttered, "If I had known earlier, this would have been the ending."

Feng Ziyan drove away from the company and passed by many streets on her way home. She had gone to the same high school as before. The school was the place where he shared the most memories with Lu Qingzhou. Every year, schools are different from previous years. Either they had built a new library or they had built a new dormitory or they had even created a new sculpture. In short, the next batch of students would always enjoy more benefits than the previous batch, obtaining a better living environment.

He still remembered that after Lu Qingzhou graduated, he complained about why every time he left a school, that school would become better. At that time, he had almost forgotten his poker face as he laughed. His Lu Qingzhou was always so simple and childish, not only did she leave school, the school became better. Actually, everything was the same, every year there would be new changes, either it would become better or it would become worse or it would disappear.

He drove around the school in a circle. As class ended, high school students poured fish out of the gates and the school was surrounded by restaurants, boutiques, and flower shops.

His gaze fell on a pair of students at the entrance of a flower shop not far away, saying that they were a pair because the boy had bought a bunch of flowers for the girl. The girl was very happy. Feng Ziyan looked at them, moved.

He had gone through many Valentine's Day with Lu Qingzhou, but he had never thought of buying her flowers. He had driven a long way, and then came back and stopped in front of the shop where the two children had bought the flowers.

"Boss, give me a bunch of flowers."

Feng Ziyan looked at the various flowers with blurry eyes, not knowing which one to choose.

"For your girlfriend?" "Rose, girls like roses."

Feng Ziyan nodded lightly, then shook her head. The rose was too vulgar, so it was not suitable for Lu Qingzhou.

"Then carnations, if it's any ordinary friend, I'll give it to you as a gift."

The boss enthusiastically recommended it, and Feng Ziyan looked at it and shook her head. In the end, he chose a pink rose with a sky full of stars. He told the owner to wrap it up and put it in the trunk. He always felt that it was strange to be holding a flower in his hand, but he also envied the youth's good times from the bottom of his heart. He could freely confess to those he liked and walk around holding their hands. Even though he had secretly avoided the school's inspection, his heart was filled with happiness.

He remembered every moment when he had Lu Qingzhou in high school, other than the time when he had never confessed to her like an ordinary boy. He also had the dream of strolling under the sunset, chatting and laughing with her, lying under the tree and blowing on the wind, but unfortunately, after all this time, there was no chance to do what he had done. Afterwards, everyone had grown up, so the dreams of his youth gradually became more vague and unimportant.

Feng Ziyan's mind was in a mess. He felt like a young man who had just started a relationship, waiting for the result of his courtship with unease and apprehension. He did not know if Lu Qingzhou would like the flowers that he gave. Perhaps, if it was Feng Yanheng, she would definitely be very happy. He thought about how Feng Yan Heng's chest felt a little stuffy again, so he reached out his hand to open the top button of his shirt to ease his boredom.

In his memory, he had never given anything to anyone. His heart was pounding at the thought of the flowers in the trunk, and even his body was starting to get hot from his fantasies. He rolled down the window to let the wind outside blow his panic away, and every time he took a deep breath, he became even more nervous.

Is this what it feels like to love someone? Or rather, it was the feeling of having a crush on someone. No matter how many things he did for her, she was unaware that she would always be able to safely reach home during her evening self-study. Those who bullied her would automatically hide three meters away when they saw her crying for their parents.

However, he was also afraid that she would not appreciate his kindness. He was afraid that she would know that he actually loved her, and thus, he always treated her with a fiendish expression, as if this was the only way for him to love her, and because she loved others, he felt more comfortable in his heart.

While Feng Ziyan's imagination was running wild, she almost impulsively wanted to get out of the car and take out the bouquet of flowers to throw away, but she was already in front of him, dreaming of the garden. Just as he wanted to directly drive into the villa, he saw the villa's door open with his sharp eyes. Feng Yanheng walked out with Lu Qingzhou following behind him with a sweet smile, but Feng Yanheng was still unable to stop him from fondling her head. Feng Ziyan sat in the car, and subconsciously held tightly onto the steering wheel.

He saw that Lu Qingzhou was smiling like a little girl at Feng Yanheng, even obediently nodding his head. It was unknown what Feng Yanheng had said to her that made her chuckle again and again. Feng Ziyan turned the corner of the car that was about to enter the villa and parked it right in front of the gate. She looked at everything in front of her quietly, feeling the burning jealousy in her chest.

She had never smiled so sweetly at him before, so why was she so unguarded when she was smiling at Feng Yanheng? Feng Ziyan had been hiding at the side waiting for Feng Yanheng's car to leave, but she didn't get off.

"Eldest Young Master, it seemed to be his car just now."

Feng Yanheng's secretary looked at Feng Ziyan's Lamborghini with sharp eyes. Feng Yanheng stepped on the accelerator calmly and dashed out. The front door of the villa was closed, and Feng Ziyan's hand was still gripping the steering wheel. He stared ahead coldly. After a few minutes, he suddenly opened the car door and got off. He then took out the flowers from the trunk and threw them into the trash can without hesitation.

As she closed the door, she heard the electronic lock on the door open. Feng Ziyan's car came rushing in and nearly bumped into her. She was so scared that she retreated a few steps, then Feng Ziyan drove the car into the garage. After parking the car, she got down from the inside and slammed the door shut.

"Second Young Master, you're back."

He took out a pair of slippers from his shoe rack and put them on. Lu Qingzhou was sitting on the sofa, hugging a bag of snacks, and was staring at the screen with great interest.

"Sister Xia, don't be busy. Let's watch TV together."

When she spoke, her eyes did not leave the liquid crystal display. Feng Ziyan silently walked to the side of the table, turned off the television screen, and turned her face away. Seeing Feng Ziyan's cold expression, she was so shocked that she could not speak.

Feng Ziyan's gaze swept across all the snacks on the table, even the sofas were filled with large and small bags of snacks. He slammed down the controls, frowning. Does she usually like to eat this junk food? There was no need to think about it, it was definitely bought by Feng Yanheng. He just had a way to make her happy. Thinking about the flowers he bought, Feng Ziyan's brows creased even tighter.

Lu Qingzhou's gaze followed the direction of Feng Ziyan's gaze and landed on the snacks. Her small face immediately turned pale.