Dawn Sutherland held the love letter that was five years overdue, her eyes tinged with bitterness as she looked at the handwriting on the letter and almost saw Daisy Grant’s face, murmuring deeply: "Have you ever not been my dream? You have always been my dream; my greatest dream is to marry you."

"When you liked me, did you know that I was always liking you too?"

"You were brave, yet this love letter missed its way and took five years to return to me; compared to you, I am cowardly. If I had been impulsive in my youth, if I had confessed regardless of the consequences instead of loving you silently, there wouldn’t have been so many twists and turns between us."

Dawn Sutherland’s lips bore deep self-reproach and bitterness, Nico Haynes comfortingly patted Dawn Sutherland’s shoulder and sighed.

——-

Washington.

Daisy Grant didn’t know why, she was fine yesterday, but felt unwell when she woke up this morning. She touched her forehead; it was a bit hot.

Pregnant women cannot take medicine, fearing it would affect the child, so Daisy Grant could only get up and drink warm water constantly, hoping the cold would improve.

The cold had worsened; Daisy Grant donned a loose trench coat and went out for a walk to breathe the fresh air.

This year’s cherry blossoms in Washington bloomed particularly early, wafting in the breeze with their fragrance, allowing her heavy heart of recent days to relax a little.

On the cherry blossom path, a gentle breeze stirred, and a couple ahead caught her eye as they took pictures, with faces full of sweet happiness.

Daisy Grant looked on, an involuntary hint of envy appearing in her eyes.

How beautiful and sweet happiness is, but she never had it...

The one she loves has never loved her...

As Daisy Grant stood not far from the couple, watching them take happy selfies, the bouquet in the girl’s hands caught her eye.

It’s a bouquet of roses—

It’s actually a bouquet of roses—

If she remembered correctly, the flowers her second brother always gave her were roses, and they were deep red.

Daisy Grant’s eyes suddenly grew moist, as she looked at that couple and the bouquet of roses, her voice a bit hoarse: "Second brother..... are you well? Do you know I’m not well at all? Being apart from you, leaving City C, I feel like a flower that has left its place of growth, even breathing feels uneasy."

"Second brother, do you know how much I miss you? Do you know I dreamed of you again last night."

Daisy Grant dared not look at others’ happiness again, nor at the bouquet in the girl’s hands, turning to leave.

"Dennison, why do you like to give me roses?"

From behind, the girl’s voice, tinged with bashfulness and sweet happiness, suddenly sounded. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Don’t you know the language of roses?" The boy’s voice carried over lightly, "The language of roses is passionate love, courtship, and longing! That’s how I feel about you!"

Daisy Grant’s steps halted, her entire body freezing in place, her world suddenly empty, and she stopped reacting.

"Why don’t you give me roses? Everyone else gives roses!"

"Although roses represent love too, their love is too commonplace! Anyone can give them. But roses are different; roses are only given to the one you truly love, the one you most want to attain and pursue. So, those who can give roses know the language of roses. Roses represent passionate selfless love!"

The couple continued to speak, each word clearly reaching Daisy Grant’s ears.

Daisy Grant has spent five years in Washington, her English as fluent as her native language, but at that moment, she doubted her English translation ability, unable to believe.

Daisy Grant, body stiff, turned and slowly approached the couple, her heart growing more anxious with each step...