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"A rose, perhaps, will truly live up to its name, growing into a flower with thorns, yet beautiful"

She remembered that Zhao Yimei raised her arm to shield her eyes from the light streaming in, murmuring to herself: "Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival"

During the period right after she had just planted the seeds, Zhao Yimei was filled with anticipation, running over every day to see if they had sprouted. Later, when she entered junior high school, she gradually forgot about this matter.

Shen Fang and Zhao Yimei's rooms are both on the second floor, one on the left and the other on the right, so the two often encounter each other at the narrow staircase landing

After the driver took Shen Fang away, Zhao Yimei inexplicably walked to the door of Shen Fang's room, only to find it locked

Zhao Yimei was feeling irritable and restless. Seeing his indifferent expression made her furious. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, yet none could be grasped. She could only maintain a cold face and venomously said: "You have finally left, everything here now belongs to me."

Shen Fang raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying, "Dad, don't be so boring, you promised me back then."

Not right, Zhao Yimei thought, a boy like him probably has nothing but everyday clothing.

Shen Zhao coughed, and Zhao Yimei originally wanted to retort Shen Fang a few times, but Zhao Qingtong shot her a glare, so she had no choice but to roll her eyes and give up.

Yet he arrogantly stood in front of Zhao Yimei, his eyes filled with mockery, and asked: "Why haven't you rolled out yet?"

However, Shen Fang retracted his gaze and suddenly spoke: "I want to move out."

Zhao Yimei frowned, finally turning to look at Shen Fang, yet she seemed reluctant to speak.

Hmph," Zhao Yimei walked to the door and took one last look at Shen Fang's room, "Crazy.

"What a nuisance," Zhao Yimei said, giving the door a couple of light kicks, "and it's locked too"

Zhao Yimei had never seen Shen Fang smile

Shen Fang's room was empty and desolate; this was the first time Zhao Yimei had seen the appearance of his room in three years. He had almost taken away all of his personal belongings

Sitting across from her, Shen Fang could no longer bear it. He put down his chopsticks and frowned, "Zhao Yimei, are you being difficult on purpose?"

"It is only right that you feel miserable," Zhao Yimei laughed maliciously, "Since you hate me so much, how could I possibly grant your wish?"

Mingming wished to tear the other party to shreds, yet Shen Fang merely smiled indifferently and lowered his head to get into the car. The vehicle did not drive fast, but it gradually disappeared from Zhao Yimei's sight, and only then did she come to her senses and walk back into the house

Zhao Yimei hurriedly jumped out of bed, not even bothering to put on her shoes, and ran downstairs barefoot. By the time she breathlessly ran out the door, she saw a black sedan parked outside the courtyard, with Shen Fang placing the last piece of luggage and preparing to get in the car

In the year Zhao Yimei turned fourteen, she won the national youth Latin dance championship

Shen Zhao asked him last night why this happened so suddenly, but he did not respond

Zhao Qingtong shook her head: "No."

Three years ago, when she and Zhao Qingtong first moved to the Shen family villa, Shen Zhao cherished Zhao Yimei as if she were his own daughter, having someone clean up the yard and scatter rose seeds all over. Zhao Yimei was very happy and personally planted a bush. Shen Zhao chose white roses, while Zhao Yimei planted the only red rose in the entire yard.

It turned out that the fragrance she smelled last night was that of roses, Zhao Yimei thought, belatedly realizing.

"With your level of acting," Shen Fang scoffed, "let's forget about the scene of a happy family of three; there is still a living person sitting here."

A fashion magazine featured her on its cover; her long hair was styled into a bun, revealing her smooth and elongated neck. Leaning forward against the railing, she suddenly turned her head to look at the camera, wearing a half-smile that conveyed a sense of pride and satisfaction.

That was too sudden, said Shen Zhao

The last items to be placed on the table were two gifts. Zhao Yimei's mother, Zhao Qingtong, presented her with a pair of rose gold earrings that shimmered brilliantly under the light. Her stepfather, Shen Zhao, has always been generous towards Zhao Yimei, gifting her a telescope capable of observing celestial bodies tens of thousands of light-years away

Hmm. Shen Fang was unwilling to say more, stood up, and said, "Then I will go upstairs to pack my luggage. The house has already been found, and I will come back on weekends when I have time."

Next to Shen Fang's bedroom was the study. Zhao Yimei walked in, leaned out of the window to take a look, and noticed that the distance between the two balconies was not far apart. Zhao Yimei was already barefoot, and she nimbly stepped onto the railing, took a deep breath, and climbed over to the balcony of the adjacent room.

Uncle Shen, did you smell that

At this moment, Zhao Yimei was completely stunned.

Shen Fang squinted his eyes, coldly assessing the girl in front of him

On the bedside table lay a black hardcover notebook. Zhao Yimei opened it and found that the first few pages had been torn out, leaving the remaining pages blank. Sitting on his bed, Zhao Yimei felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her and soon fell into a deep sleep

May you starve to death on the street

Chinese people value family reunions during festive occasions, wishing for longevity and sharing the beauty of the moon even from a thousand miles apart, yet he left his own home on this very day

Shen Fang loosened the car door handle and turned his head to look at her

The white roses, reflecting against the green leaves, bloom freely under the sunlight, sparkling as if they are glowing, truly deserving of the crown among flowers, so beautifully ostentatious

Shen Zhao also shook his head

The young man sitting opposite her has a handsome profile, with his hair cut very short, a high nose bridge, and a beautiful curve from his chin to his collarbone. His lips are tightly closed, making it impossible to discern what he is thinking at that moment

She had a messy head of hair, resembling an angry lion

That was Shen Fang at the age of fourteen, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, with bangs covering his forehead. At first glance, he truly appeared to be quite dashing when he was not speaking

When Zhao Yimei woke up, it was already dusk, and the setting sun shone through the window

Zhao Yimei covered her mouth, looking ecstatic, with her eyes curved in a smile.

A full moon hangs in the sky, large and round, unobstructed by dark clouds, indicating that tomorrow will be a fine day

She is not wrong; her mother took away his father, drove his mother to madness, and both of them moved into this exorbitantly priced villa with great fanfare, successfully making him feel so disgusted that he could not stay for even a moment

Zhao Yimei exclaimed, "Oh," and asked, "Mom, have you changed your perfume?"

Zhao Yimei's smile instantly faded as she coldly looked at her nominal brother and said with a slight tug at the corner of her mouth, "Some people really say the grapes are sour when they can't reach them"

Thank you, Mom, thank you, Uncle Shen! I am so happy! You are truly kind to me

The next meal finally returned to normal, quiet and desolate, with only Shen Zhao and Zhao Qingtong sweetly whispering to each other

Zhao Yimei dreamed of Shen Fang in her dream

The little Zhao Yimei stood in front of him, smiling and asking: "You are Shen Fang, right? Do you feel very uncomfortable seeing me?"

"When Aunt Zhao came to my house, we agreed that I could leave at any time." Shen Fang did not even look at Zhao Yimei, "Dad, a gentleman's word is his bond."

Shen Zhao, feeling helpless, had no choice but to put down his knife and fork and face his own biological son: "I thought you had forgotten."

Shen Zhao seemed not to have heard, continuing to lower his head and cut the steak on his plate. Zhao Qingtong never intervened in Shen Fang's matters, reaching for a glass of red wine. However, Zhao Yimei was taken aback, raising her head to look at Shen Fang

He and Zhao Yimei were both seated by the floor-to-ceiling window. He put on his headphones and gazed out the window. Following his gaze, Zhao Yimei looked outside; several streetlights illuminated the courtyard, and moths were drawn to the light. Yet, no matter how bright the illumination, it appeared particularly lonely in the darkness.

Zhao Qingtong personally spent the afternoon in the kitchen, preparing a table full of delicious dishes

Shen Fang stared at her

Only Zhao Yimei knows that he left because the roses bloomed

Shen Fang! she shouted at him

Shen Fang no longer picked up the chopsticks, indicating through his actions that Zhao Yimei had completely extinguished his appetite

The wind carries a faint, elusive fragrance, mingled with the aroma of desserts, intoxicating those who encounter it

On the morning of the second day, Zhao Yimei unusually woke up early without setting an alarm. She sat on the bed in a daze for a while before suddenly remembering that Shen Fang was leaving today

I did not expect it to suddenly bloom at this time