Chapter 123
Lin Yuewei made out the words on the sign and couldn’t help adjusting her posture, settling into a more comfortable cross-legged sit. “If you can write fast enough, I don’t mind.”
Reading took time, and that little delay gave her blunt tongue just enough breathing room.
This idea had come from something Gu Yanqiu had once heard from a psychologist. When people were prone to blurting out impulsive words in the heat of the moment, the psychologist had suggested switching to another form of communication; at the time, he’d recommended writing letters, drawing pictures, and the like. Gu Yanqiu thought it over herself, bought a rabbit plushie Lin Yuewei liked, and after dinner and a shower, sat down at the table and started writing.
Anything that didn’t sound right, she crumpled up and threw away. She only kept the parts that got the point across clearly; the rest she improvised on the spot.
What made the timing so coincidental was that after she finished putting everything together, she was just about to message Lin Yuewei to ask whether the event had ended when Lin Yuewei’s message came through. Since she was too lazy to type, she sent a video request instead.
From Lin Yuewei’s tone now, her mood should be pretty good.
Gu Yanqiu followed the sequence and swapped in a fresh sheet of A4 paper: [I went to see a psychologist today.]
Lin Yuewei: “With Cheng Guiyuan?”
For such a simple question, Gu Yanqiu pressed the rabbit’s head down and nodded to indicate yes.
Before Lin Yuewei could get angry, Gu Yanqiu slipped another sheet on top: [Don’t be angry.]
Lin Yuewei snorted. “You think I won’t be angry just because you told me not to? Do you even know how far you went? I was already planning to take you to see a psychologist last night, and you went off with your best friend ahead of me. What’s that supposed to mean?”
There were too many questions; Gu Yanqiu couldn’t answer them all at once and hurriedly wrote a sheet that said [Wait].
Lin Yuewei barely managed not to laugh.
Gu Yanqiu could see her, so she curved her lips a little too.
One by one, then.
[You can be angry. I’m apologizing right now.]
[I know I went too far.]
[I didn’t know about last night, but seeing the psychologist had already been arranged beforehand.]
Lin Yuewei asked, “When was beforehand?”
The paper shook: [Saturday; yesterday daytime.]
Lin Yuewei: “Oh.” She still couldn’t quite connect the two.
Gu Yanqiu took out a sheet she had prepared in advance; it was densely written, and she brought the camera extremely close. Lin Yuewei strained to read it.
[Yesterday I did a lot of things wrong. I shouldn’t have gone to the horse farm without your permission, and I shouldn’t have been so frivolous in public, either; I damaged your image because of it.]
Gu Yanqiu asked, “Did you finish reading it?”
“I did. Next one. Aren’t you able to speak?”
Gu Yanqiu changed to the next sheet. “I’m afraid if I start talking, we’ll end up arguing again. Let’s get everything sorted out first.”
[What I shouldn’t have done most of all was not take my own safety seriously on the field and make you worry.]
Lin Yuewei said, “The thing you should have least done was not believe me.”
Gu Yanqiu wrote a [Yes], then held up another sheet: [I’m trying very hard to control myself right now.]
Lin Yuewei: “What does ‘control myself’ mean?”
Gu Yanqiu said, “It’s hard to explain. In any case, I’m very sorry I acted impulsively like that.”
Her voice, without the sight of her face, seemed to carry a faint barrier; the cool, detached quality of it made Lin Yuewei’s heart tighten. Lin Yuewei said, “Can you let me see you?”
Gu Yanqiu: “Huh? You’re not angry anymore?”
“I am angry, but I want to look at you.”
Gu Yanqiu: “……”
After a few seconds, probably because Gu Yanqiu switched from the rear camera to the front-facing one, the screen went black; then Gu Yanqiu’s face appeared, awkward and tense, but still trying to manage a faint smile for her.
Gu Yanqiu looked back at her without saying anything, only letting out a small, meaningless “mm.”
Lin Yuewei’s eyes stung a little, but her mouth remained unforgiving. “So you’ve gotten bold, huh? Learned how to write, too.”
Gu Yanqiu could tell the difference between joking and genuine anger. She lifted a hand to tuck away a strand of black hair that had fallen by her ear and said gently, “I was afraid I’d say something wrong and make you angry again.”
“Um…” Lin Yuewei blushed a little and cleared her throat. “I wasn’t trying to lose my temper at you this morning. I woke up and couldn’t find you, and I got so angry I lost my head. I also… anyway, I’m sorry.”
“I didn’t take what happened this morning to heart. It was my fault to begin with.”
“Then that’s good.” Lin Yuewei suddenly felt like writing things down too. Saying these things to someone so close to her made her feel embarrassed beyond words. She turned her face away so her ear was toward the camera. “Next time, don’t just run away from home. No matter what, send me a message.”
“Okay.”
“You…” Lin Yuewei turned back, only to find that the screen-side Gu Yanqiu had become a rabbit again.
Lin Yuewei: “……”
Gu Yanqiu: “I haven’t finished yet. Let’s keep writing.”
Lin Yuewei said, “Do whatever you want. I’m fine with anything.” She had thought they were already reconciled, but since Gu Yanqiu still had something to say, she’d see what else there was.
[The reason I went to the Cheng family today was because I knew I had sleepwalked last night and felt like something was wrong with me. I didn’t want to face you.]
Lin Yuewei began rolling up her sleeves.
[I think you probably really want to hit me right now [smile].]
Lin Yuewei said, “You still have the nerve to smile? If you were in front of me, I’d beat your dog head in.”
“You can’t hit me.” Gu Yanqiu switched the camera back and forth in one second, flashing her “dog head” across the screen. She was clearly being mischievous.
Lin Yuewei said, “I didn’t know you were this kind of Gu Yanqiu?”
Gu Yanqiu laughed. “This kind? Aren’t I your little cutie?”
Lin Yuewei clicked her tongue.
Gu Yanqiu was dissatisfied with that answer and pressed, “Aren’t I?”
Lin Yuewei: “Yes, yes, fine. You’re the cutest. Cutest in the universe.”
Gu Yanqiu let out a satisfied “mm” and continued stuffing the prepared sheets into the rabbit’s arms: [Of course, I’ve realized this was wrong now, and I’m actively cooperating with treatment.]
[The doctor said I’ve been under too much mental stress, so I’ve put all my feelings into you. That’s why I overreact when things happen; once I’m treated, I won’t be like this anymore.]
She looked down at the remaining sheets in her hand and felt that she’d said nearly everything she needed to say. She kept only one and discarded the rest.
Lin Yuewei finished reading everything. Since she’d already been mentally prepared, she wasn’t too surprised. Seeing that Gu Yanqiu still hadn’t spoken, she asked, “Are we done?”
Gu Yanqiu: “There’s one last sheet.”
This one was very simple; it only had three words, and there was even a small red solid heart drawn in the upper left corner.
Lin Yuewei smiled softly.
Gu Yanqiu asked, “Did you say those same three words when you saw me off to work at the door last time?”
Lin Yuewei felt a little shy and pretended not to understand. “Say what? I don’t know what you mean.”
Gu Yanqiu’s voice tightened a little. “Then say it again.” She quickly realized she was slipping back into a place of doubt, but she couldn’t help feeling aggrieved that Lin Yuewei refused to do as she wanted. If Lin Yuewei truly loved her, why keep dodging again and again?
Lin Yuewei didn’t catch the emotion in her voice and thought she was flirting. She said haughtily, “No. You didn’t say it either, did you? Who can’t write a few words? I can write them too.”
Gu Yanqiu was choked into silence.
A few seconds later, Lin Yuewei heard the slightly hoarse voice on the other side: “I love you.”
Lin Yuewei hadn’t expected her to actually say it. That didn’t sound like Gu Yanqiu, the taciturn sort. But since the taciturn sort had opened her mouth first, Lin Yuewei hesitated for a moment and said, “Fine, I love you too.”
But Gu Yanqiu still wasn’t satisfied with her attitude. “You should say it like I did.”
At last Lin Yuewei remembered that she was a somewhat fragile patient. She gave in and said, “I love you too.”
Gu Yanqiu stared at Lin Yuewei’s face in the video, swallowed, and for once boldly said, “I want to kiss you.”
Lin Yuewei laughed. “Wait until I get back tomorrow. There’s no way now.”
Gu Yanqiu asked, “Where are you? Are you in J City? I can fly over.”
Lin Yuewei hurriedly said, “No need. I’ll be back tomorrow anyway. Don’t you have to work? If you come over, neither of us will get any sleep.”
Gu Yanqiu had no choice but to give up.
Only then did Lin Yuewei remember. “I twisted my ankle when I got back to the hotel just now.”
“Is it serious?” Gu Yanqiu asked nervously.
Lin Yuewei moved her ankle around, surprised, then laughed. “It’s already fine.”
She checked the time and realized nearly an hour had already passed. It felt like they hadn’t really said much, only explained the misunderstandings between them. Maybe they weren’t misunderstandings at all; maybe they were truths each had deliberately misunderstood from her own standpoint.
“Oh, right, there’s one more thing,” Gu Yanqiu said suddenly.
Lin Yuewei put on a frightened face. “You’re not going to write again, are you?”
Gu Yanqiu laughed. “We’ve made up now, haven’t we? We can talk properly. I didn’t deliberately try to use emotional blackmail last night. It’s just that when you don’t speak to me, I get sad, and then I unconsciously did something like that.”
Lin Yuewei regretted it. “My temper was too bad.”
Gu Yanqiu said, “I was at fault too.”
Lin Yuewei said, “My fault was bigger. I shouldn’t have lost my temper with you so directly yesterday at the horse farm.”
Gu Yanqiu said, “No, no, I was wrong first. If I hadn’t gone, there wouldn’t have been so much trouble.”
The two of them traced the matter back to its source; just as the topic seemed about to go on forever, Lin Yuewei had no choice but to stop it in advance. Gu Yanqiu held up one finger and said, “I still have one tiny, tiny little request.”
“Go ahead.”
“Don’t fight. If you must fight, then fight; but can we not do silent treatment?”
“It’s not that I won’t agree.” Lin Yuewei said troubledly, “Do you think that’s possible?” The fact that they were arguing meant they were both already heated; asking someone in that state to stay calm was a bit too much. Very few people could control themselves; Lin Yuewei certainly couldn’t, especially when it came to Gu Yanqiu, whose anger always flared up in explosive bursts.
Gu Yanqiu was silent for a second. “Then can silent treatment not last more than twenty-four hours?”
Lin Yuewei considered it. “That’s about right.”
Gu Yanqiu finally relaxed into a smile. “Then it’s settled. You have to remember.”
“You’re the one who has to remember.”
“I will remember.”
Having reached an agreement both sides accepted, Gu Yanqiu checked the time, then looked at Lin Yuewei, who was fully dressed on the other side, and began urging her to go shower. Lin Yuewei dragged her feet a bit, then finally got out of bed. The camera couldn’t see her anymore; only her voice remained.
“I’m really going to shower now.”
“Go on.”
Lin Yuewei padded into the bathroom in her slippers. Gu Yanqiu propped up the phone, took the book from the bedside table, and leaned against the headboard to read. With the faint sound of running water from the shower room, she glanced at the video call screen from time to time.
Lin Yuewei was still immersed in the joy of making up and began humming, “Today is a good day.” Halfway through, she fell silent and frowned, remembering what her mother had said earlier that day.
—Why do I feel like there’s a kind of high-and-mighty condescension in you? You care too much about your own compromise.
—No, you didn’t understand what I meant. Is your yielding because of the instinct of love, or because you had no choice but to choose it to keep things from getting worse?
—This won’t do.
If one were to speak of compromise, then this time it was clearly Gu Yanqiu giving way to her, finding another path and actively making peace.
Lin Yuewei hadn’t really understood the difference between the two before. Even after her mother explained it, she only vaguely grasped it, and stubbornly believed she was the one maintaining this relationship. She had invested a lot in this love; if Gu Yanqiu still wasn’t satisfied, then she was just being petty.
Now, putting herself in Gu Yanqiu’s shoes, if Gu Yanqiu’s attempt to make up with her had not come from love itself, but from a forced compromise in a helpless situation—reconciling only for the sake of reconciling… Lin Yuewei thought that she’d probably explode again.
Thinking this way, she couldn’t keep humming her song anymore. She quickly rinsed off the foam and came running out wrapped in a bath towel.
The video was still on. She charged straight up to the camera, one hand holding her towel in place, the other braced on the bed, looking down at Gu Yanqiu inside the screen.
Gu Yanqiu: “……”
Even though they’d already seen each other nakedly honest in front of each other, facing a scene like this in the middle of the night still made one’s blood heat up. Gu Yanqiu forcibly averted her eyes and said, “Y-y-you, sit properly.”
“I want to ask you something.”
Hearing her serious tone, Gu Yanqiu turned back, doing her best not to let her eyes stray anywhere below Lin Yuewei’s face. “Ask away.”
Lin Yuewei wore a strange expression. “Why did you come to me to make up?”
Gu Yanqiu was stunned by the question. “Huh?”
“I mean…” Lin Yuewei couldn’t think of a precise way to describe it for a moment. “I mean, um, do you think you were more in the wrong, or was I more in the wrong?”
Gu Yanqiu thought to herself: how could that be so easy to sort out? She answered in a neutral tone, “…Probably equally wrong.”
Lin Yuewei: “If we were equally wrong, why did you apologize first?”
Gu Yanqiu was even more bewildered. “Shouldn’t I apologize?” Someone had to apologize to break the stalemate; otherwise, were they supposed to let things keep getting worse? Besides, once she had thought it through, this was such a tiny matter it couldn’t get any tinier. It wasn’t worth fighting over.
Lin Yuewei: “It’s not that you shouldn’t. Then why did you… never mind, first understand what I mean. I’m going to change into sleepwear.”
Gu Yanqiu tried to understand Lin Yuewei’s question in complete confusion. By the time Lin Yuewei came back in her sleepwear, she still hadn’t figured it out.
Gu Yanqiu: “……”
Lin Yuewei: “Don’t get it?”
Gu Yanqiu answered, “Don’t get it.”
Lin Yuewei changed to a simpler question and gave an example. “This time, you apologized. If there’s a next time, would you still apologize?”
According to Lin Zhi, women often tested their partners’ survival instincts. Gu Yanqiu only felt like this was a question with life-or-death stakes. She answered cautiously, “If I’m at fault, I’ll apologize.”
“What if you aren’t wrong at all, and I’m the one being unreasonable? What if I just want to argue, just want to make a scene—would you still apologize?” Lin Yuewei asked, touching her chin.
Gu Yanqiu: “……”
Aunt Ruan, save me! Cheng Guiyuan, save me!
“Forget it.” Lin Yuewei herself couldn’t even make sense of her own question anymore; pestering Gu Yanqiu with it was pointless. If Gu Yanqiu understood these questions, they wouldn’t have argued this badly in the first place.
Gu Yanqiu immediately tensed. “Are you angry?”
Lin Yuewei paused, then laughed. “No, weren’t we reconciled?”
Her smile still didn’t let Gu Yanqiu fully relax. “If there’s anything at all, you have to tell me. We can talk it through properly.”
Seeing her be so careful, Lin Yuewei couldn’t help feeling a little sad. She said firmly, “There really isn’t anything. I was just thinking. I spaced out. It has nothing to do with you, or it does, sort of. Sigh.”
She collapsed gloomily onto the pillow. “Forget everything I just said. Video chatting is too inconvenient. Let’s talk tomorrow when we see each other.”
“Okay.” Gu Yanqiu looked at her again.
“Don’t be so nervous,” Lin Yuewei said. “You’re making me nervous too. Really, there’s nothing wrong. I swear.”
“Then all right, I’m going to sleep?” Gu Yanqiu took the initiative to ask first, so their conversation wouldn’t veer off into some strange direction again.
“Okay, good night.”
“Good night.” Gu Yanqiu said, “Muah.”
Lin Yuewei: “Muah-muah-muah; I kissed you more times than you kissed me.” And she made the sound louder than Gu Yanqiu had.
Gu Yanqiu left the screen with a smile and cut off the video.
Lin Yuewei rolled around on the bed, thinking over and over about the difference between “love itself” and “compromise,” whether Gu Yanqiu’s actions came from love or compromise, and how to keep herself from compromising out of mere unwillingness.
She tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
If she couldn’t sleep, then she needed to find someone else who couldn’t sleep: her fellow night owl, Jiang Congbi.
When Jiang Congbi picked up the late-night call, she said with exaggerated grievance, “Your Majesty, ever since you started dating, you probably wouldn’t remember your humble servant even after thirty thousand years.”
Emperor Lin Yuewei gave two awkward laughs. “I’ve been busy, okay?”
Jiang Congbi exposed her mercilessly. “Busy dating.”
Lin Yuewei felt embarrassed. “Hey, no. Busy arguing.”
Jiang Congbi was surprised. “Seriously? With President Gu’s personality, you can still argue? Is it because she’s always going on and on about Amitabha and you couldn’t stand it, so you fought?”
Lin Yuewei thought to herself that Jiang Congbi’s misunderstanding of Gu Yanqiu was pretty deep, but she didn’t want to tell her what Gu Yanqiu was really like. She only said, “Anyway, it’s all a mess. I’m just getting by.”
Jiang Congbi gleefully gossiped without mercy.
Lin Yuewei probed her casually, “Are you still seeing your little girlfriend?”
“Still seeing her.” Jiang Congbi used a coaxing tone. “Come on, give Sister Lin a little chirp.”
A tiny, mosquito-thin “chirp” came from the receiver.
The lonely Lin Yuewei felt complicated hearing it.
Jiang Congbi said, “What? You want to make a move on my girlfriend?”
Lin Yuewei snorted. “I’m devoted to the end, okay? Who likes little brats? I like older sisters.” Though Gu Yanqiu wasn’t really a mature, steady older sister; she was still a little cutie. But someone like Gu Yanqiu, who had both the aura of an older sister and the charm of a little cutie, was probably rarer in the world than anything else.
“Yeah, you like arguing with older sisters,” Jiang Congbi said, remembering every word Lin Yuewei had just said.
“Are you free tomorrow?” Lin Yuewei asked straight to the point; she wasn’t in the mood to eat dog food.
“I’m never not free. Damn, my girlfriend pinched me. I’m not free anymore, not free anymore; she only got here today, and I have to keep her company tomorrow.”
There were a few rustling mutters on the other end.
Jiang Congbi said, “I’m free again. A gentle, considerate girlfriend really is the best. Don’t pinch me.”
Lin Yuewei: “……”
“I’m going to sleep first. Tell me when you’re free,” she said.
Jiang Congbi replied, “Okay, okay. I’ll get back to you later, after I finish serving my girlfriend.”
Lin Yuewei rested both hands behind her head at last and found a somewhat reliable thing to look forward to. Gradually, she fell asleep.
The next morning, Lin Yuewei had a flight to catch. After washing up, she came back to check her phone and, sure enough, found a message from Jiang Congbi sent at three in the morning: [How about noon tomorrow? Let’s have lunch together. I need to bring my family member; she’ll sit nearby and eat while we talk.]
Lin Yuewei didn’t much like having outsiders around, but after thinking about it, she agreed and replied: [Okay]
Just after sending Jiang Congbi her reply, Gu Yanqiu’s good morning popped up. Lin Yuewei got so excited she directly placed a video call; Gu Yanqiu probably hadn’t looked closely either and answered by reflex.
She had just woken up, her eyes drowsy, her long hair fluffy. Her normally cool eyebrows and eyes looked only dazed and adorable under that appearance, staring straight at Lin Yuewei on the other side of the screen.
Lin Yuewei couldn’t help it and waved. “Hi, good morning, wife.”
Gu Yanqiu’s eyes went wide, as if she’d seen a ghost, and she hung up instantly.
Sleeping curled in each other’s arms and greeting each other in the morning was one thing; starting a video call first thing in the morning and seeing one’s own disheveled face in sharp detail was another. Gu Yanqiu hadn’t been startled by Lin Yuewei; she’d been startled by herself.
Lin Yuewei: “……”
Gu Yanqiu sat up, tidied herself a little, and called back. Her lips curved faintly as she said, “Good morning, Weiwei.”
Having already seen her earlier, Lin Yuewei now only wanted to laugh. And she did laugh, bursting into loud laughter, doubling over.
Gu Yanqiu couldn’t bear it; a flush rose to her face. “Stop laughing. I thought it was a phone call, that’s why I answered.”
Lin Yuewei: “Hahahahahaha.”
Gu Yanqiu, humiliated into anger, said, “No more video.”
Lin Yuewei hurriedly reined in her laughter and snapped back to seriousness in a second. “I’m not laughing anymore. It’s still early; do you want to go back to sleep?”
“No. I’m getting up for morning exercise.”
“Weight training?”
“Yes.”
Lin Yuewei gave her arms a meaningful look.
Gu Yanqiu said, “Want to try?”
Lin Yuewei said, “Try it at home. See if you’ve got the skill to keep me off the floor for an hour.”
Gu Yanqiu said, “No problem. Just don’t be the one begging to get off the floor.”
Lin Yuewei went quiet, then made a surrendering gesture. After that, she ended the brief call with a single sentence: “I’m going to have breakfast, then head to the airport. You go exercise, and send me a message when you get to the company.”
“Bye-bye.”
“Bye-bye.”
The moment Wang Yuanyuan saw Lin Yuewei emerge from the room looking radiant, she knew she and her girlfriend must have made up again. She was heterosexual. Back when she read online that two women understood women best, and occasionally saw all kinds of dog food posts, she had honestly been envious. But now, watching Lin Yuewei’s firsthand example, no matter what kind of relationship it was, if they were dating, they would still argue when they should; sometimes when women argued, it was even scarier.
Lin Yuewei, relying on her height advantage, patted Wang Yuanyuan on the head and smiled at her. “Sister Yuan, you look really good today.”
Wang Yuanyuan rolled her eyes internally and smiled on the outside. “You look good too. Thanks.”
Lin Yuewei said, “No problem. Oh, by the way, would sending roses seem tacky?”
Wang Yuanyuan said, “No. Except for people with pollen allergies, most girls like them, right? Even if they don’t like them, they definitely won’t hate them.”
Lin Yuewei left behind a sentence with no beginning or end: “Then I’m relieved.” She strolled toward the elevator. With no one around, she rose onto the tip of one foot, lifted the other off the ground, spun in place once, then quickly stood straight again and waited quietly for the elevator.
***
Generally, companies didn’t start their holiday break until New Year’s Eve, so on Monday morning Gu Yanqiu went to work as usual. With only two more days until the Spring Festival holiday, a restless mood hung over the whole company. As Gu Yanqiu walked through the office corridor, she nodded expressionlessly to everyone who greeted her, then finally said hello to Lin Zhi, who was sitting in a chair eating breakfast, before entering her own office.
Everything was the same as before, but today there was a small, different interruption.
There was a knock on the office door. Lin Zhi’s face was practically trembling with gossip as he said, “President Gu? President Gu?”
Gu Yanqiu: “Mm?”
Lin Zhi pushed the door open a little. A florist in uniform was carrying a huge bouquet of roses in one arm and checking the name on the order with the other. He said politely, “Miss Gu Yanqiu?”
Gu Yanqiu looked up and paused. “…That’s me.”
The delivery man didn’t come in; he simply held the bouquet out with both hands. “Your flowers.”
Lin Zhi volunteered to carry them inside and placed them on the desk. It was a huge bouquet of pink roses, freshly cut; every bloom looked soft and delicate. Lin Zhi counted quickly and estimated there were ninety-nine stems. Tsk, tsk, tsk; it looked expensive at a glance.
Lin Zhi looked it over from top to bottom. “There’s a card inside. Want to take a look?”
Gu Yanqiu frowned. “How did he get in?”
Lin Zhi said, “Maybe they saw the delivery downstairs and let him in. Are you really not going to look at the card?” He rubbed his hands together, looking even more excited than Gu Yanqiu; to be precise, Gu Yanqiu didn’t look excited at all.
She didn’t like roses, and especially not this kind of meaningless flower delivery. She didn’t know which self-important person had sent them. The office already loved gossip; gossip about her was even more rampant. By later, the whole company would know, which would only cause her extra trouble.
Lin Zhi urged, “President Gu, the card.”
Gu Yanqiu drew out the card and said casually, “Take this bouquet apart and hand it out to the employees outside. Keep the extras for yourself.”
Lin Zhi looked regretful, but had no choice but to carry the flowers out.
“Wait.” Gu Yanqiu suddenly called him back. Her eyes and brows were impossible to hide; she cleared her throat and forcibly suppressed the corners of her mouth from rising as she tucked the card behind her back. “Go find me a vase.”
Lin Zhi turned back. “Huh? Okay.” He continued carrying the bouquet out and, for a moment, didn’t understand what Gu Yanqiu meant; he thought she just wanted a vase.
Gu Yanqiu took three steps in two, snatched the rose bouquet back from his arms, and said solemnly, “All right, go on.”
Lin Zhi: “……”
Lin Yuewei’s card:
Don’t doubt my love for you, and don’t dislike the flowers I sent you. To sum it up in one sentence: I’m waiting for you to come home, so I can have my way with you front and center!
Author’s note:
President Gu: I don’t like flowers. Anyone who sends flowers must have something wrong with their head.
After reading the card, President Gu: delicious, jpg