That day was Monday, and the flower delivery hadn't arrived in the morning.
Wen Yi didn't think much of it, only occasionally lifting her head from her work to unintentionally catch a glimpse of the glaringly out-of-place red roses, a thought flitted through her mind, oh, the one who changes the flowers didn't come today.
That was all.
At twenty minutes past eleven in the morning, Wen Yi planned to finish the document she was working on and then go for lunch.
There was a knock on the door.
Wen Yi, without looking up, said, "Come in."
The door was pushed open, followed by the sound of steady footsteps, and the scent of roses wafted into Wen Yi's nose. She instinctively looked up briefly, just a quick glance at the bouquet of roses, no different from usual.
She didn't pay much attention, and bowed her head to continue her work, assuming that once the flowers were changed, the person would leave.
