Chapter 31

My little sister waved her hand in front of me: “Hey, what’s wrong with you? You’re not actually moved by me, are you?”

I took the rose from my sister’s hand and looked at the pretty and lovely girl in front of me. I felt my love for her growing stronger.

I once read a sentence in a book that said the first bouquet a man receives is usually at his tombstone.

Today, I finally received flowers from my sister.

My heart had been restless for a long time. Suddenly, I reached out and put my arm around the girl’s…