It was a message from Susan.
A screenshot.
Sheng Yin: I brought flowers and chocolates for you. I remembered you liked these.
Qi Bailu: I told you, we shouldn't be doing this. I can't accept these anymore.
Sheng Yin: Then I'll just give them to Shuchang. He's been nice to me anyway…
The text hit like a slap.
Past Yu Shuchang stood frozen, the flowers shaking slightly in his grip.
Then slowly, with a numb expression, he walked to the back of the studio and threw both the chocolates and bouquet into the trash bin—right where Sheng Yin could see.
Moments later, Sheng Yin returned, her face lighting up—until she saw the flowers lying crumpled in the bin.
She stopped cold. "Why… why are they there?"
Yu Shuchang didn't look at her.
"It's just flowers," he said flatly.
Sheng Yin's lips trembled. "You… you don't like them?"
"It doesn't matter," he replied, avoiding her eyes. "Don't waste money next time."
Her eyes filled with tears. "I didn't just buy them randomly..."
