Lin Zhenxin beckoned the waiter over, took out some money from her bag, handed it to him, and pointed to the flower shop across the street, asking him to go buy a bouquet for her.
The waiter took the money and left quickly.
Soon, he returned with an inconspicuous bunch of heather.
"This heather, you once placed it in front of my father's grave; its flower language is loneliness and betrayal."
"Now, I give it back to you."
Lin Zhenxin's voice was calm and indifferent, filled with a sense of distance.
"I protected Bainian and Nuoxin because their uncle was kind to me. The reason I didn't look for you immediately after I came back... you're right, it's because my feelings for you are complicated!" Susan He finally admitted her feelings towards Zhenxin.
"But you are my daughter. No matter what happened before, this is an undeniable fact. I want to take you back to New York. With my current status, no member of the He family would dare look down on you! Zhenxin, I..."
