"Happy Birthday!"
He watched her turn around, flashed her a brilliant smile, and then looked down at his watch: "It's getting late, I should go upstairs, pack up, and head home."
Saying so, he hurriedly walked past her, stirring up a breeze, especially lonely and melancholic.
He didn't mean to say this, nor did he want to leave so soon. He was just afraid he couldn't resist saying that if she wasn't happy with Leng Yan, he would make her happy.
However, he still didn't say it, as he was unsure whether Wen Nuan would leave Leng Yan. After all, she had loved that man for so long.
Wen Nuan stood there in a daze, watching his figure walk out of the design department and into the elevator, feeling momentarily disoriented.
**
On the way, she bought a bouquet of Mom's favorite flowers before and brought them back. Sitting in the taxi, Wen Nuan's eyes stayed fixed on the bouquet.
"Mom, I really want to be like you expected, to become a happy woman.
But, I couldn't do it..."
