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Lincheng is not as developed as a big city like Haicheng, and the quality of flowers and packaging offered by flower shops in the evenings is generally average. They certainly can't compare to the Juliet roses that Jiang Che had previously ordered online.

But at least... something is better than nothing, right?

Jiang Che comforted himself with these words as he received the roses from the delivery guy.

He glanced down at the flowers; the petals were quite fresh, and the packaging was acceptable.

The way the flowers were tied was a bit rough; the ribbons were tied crookedly, making it look like a hastily made piece of work by the florist.

After all, it was late at night, and the boss probably didn't expect that someone would rush to order such a large bouquet of roses at this hour.

But Jiang Che couldn't care less about those things anymore. He thanked the delivery guy and then watched him turn and disappear into the stairwell.

Silence returned to the rooftop.

Jiang Che turned around, holding the flowers, and looked at Su Qinghe, who was standing not far away.

The girl was staring at him intently, her eyes red-rimmed, with lingering moisture on her eyelashes.

Those eyes held a turmoil of emotions he couldn't fully comprehend, like the ripples on a lake surface stirred by the wind, spreading outwards layer by layer.

Meeting the girl's gaze, Jiang Che walked up to her and handed her the flowers.

"Could you get this for me?"

Su Qinghe was stunned for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

Jiang Che pushed the flowers forward a little further, "Hold these for me while I go tidy up over there."

Su Qinghe then reached out and accepted the bouquet of roses.

The moment the bouquet was held in her arms, the fragrance of roses filled her nostrils, easing the girl's anxiety that had lasted all night.

Su Qinghe subconsciously tightened her arms, holding the bouquet even closer.

Jiang Che had already turned around and strode towards the chaotic "construction site" in the center of the rooftop.

He squatted down, first gathering the scattered cardboard boxes and packaging bags into a corner, then picked up the tangled string lights, quickly untied the knotted ends, and hurriedly hung them on the fence.

The string of lights was too long and the fence was too low. He hung it halfway up and found that a large section was left over, so he had to pull it down and start winding it again.

After struggling for ages, I finally solved the problem with the string lights, only to find myself stuck with the tablecloth again.

Jiang Che didn't know if it was because of the material or something else, but no matter how he pulled the tablecloth, it was always wrinkled. It took a lot of effort for him to straighten it once, but then the wind blew it up again.

Jiang Che had no other choice but to find some heavy objects to weigh down the four corners of the tablecloth.

Stability was gained at the expense of aesthetics.

After finishing everything, Jiang Che turned to deal with the projector issue.

Compared to other things, tech products are much easier for Jiang Che to handle. He only needs to plug them in and adjust them a few times with the remote control.

However, the entire cleanup process was still chaotic and comical.

Throughout the entire process, Su Qinghe stood by the fire door, holding the roses and watching him silently.

She watched Jiang Che squat on the ground, frantically unpacking boxes, watching him untangle and re-wrap the string lights, and watching him stare blankly at a tablecloth that he couldn't smooth out for a long time.

As she watched, her nose suddenly started to sting.

The tears that had been welling up in my eyes all night finally burst forth at this moment.

Large tears streamed down her cheeks, landing on the rose petals in her arms and spreading out a small, dark patch of water.

She saw it all, and she understood it all.

The cardboard boxes, string lights, balloons, projectors... all these things didn't just appear here today.

They've been here for a long time.

So long that every item on site was covered with a thin layer of dust, and so long that these things had stuck together because they hadn't been opened for a long time.

In other words, Jiang Che had been secretly moving things onto the rooftop for who knows how long.

Buy them one by one, move them little by little.

He did not deceive himself, nor did he ever have the thought of abandoning himself.

He has been preparing all along.

I've been preparing for her all along.

In those days when she thought he was indifferent, in those moments when she thought he didn't care at all, he actually remembered everything and did everything.

He just wanted to give her a good enough surprise.

It's just that he feels it's never good enough and he's never satisfied, which is why he keeps putting it off.

Su Qinghe bit her lower lip hard, buried her face in the bouquet, and her shoulders trembled slightly.

She felt she was really bad.

How could you speculate about him like that?

How can you assume he doesn't want you just because he didn't say anything at the dinner table?

Even though he was doing everything, she had this thought because she didn't see anything.

Su Qinghe knew that she was so afraid of losing him that she would imagine the worst-case scenario at the slightest sign of trouble.

But clearly... they've been together for half a year, and no one knows Jiang Che's attitude towards her better than she does.

She should have had unconditional trust in him.

Su Qinghe kept cursing her insecure self in her heart.

She cursed herself for betraying A-Che's sincerity, and for being so sensitive.

Jiang Che, still trapped in the construction site, was completely unaware of what was happening behind him.

After fiddling around in the middle of the rooftop for a few more minutes, he finally looked up and surveyed his masterpiece.

Well... anyway, it's much better than the original construction site.

At least after all this work, the place has gained a lot of warmth and romance, making it suitable for confessing one's feelings.

Seeing that the venue was almost ready, Jiang Che stood up from the ground, dusted off his hands, and turned around to walk towards Su Qinghe.

But as soon as he turned around, he froze in place, his gaze uncontrollably falling on Su Qinghe's tear-streaked face.

At this moment, the girl, holding flowers, stood in the shadows where the streetlights and the edge of the rooftop met, tears streaming down her face.

She kept her little hands tightly covering her mouth, so even though she was crying so hard, she didn't make a sound and Jiang Che didn't notice anything amiss.

After a long while, Jiang Che gradually came to his senses, and then felt as if his heart had been gripped tightly.

Wasn't the purpose of all his efforts just to avoid seeing Su Qinghe shed tears?

But I still made her cry.

Right now, making Su Qinghe happy is the most important thing, so Jiang Che decided to walk towards Su Qinghe.

Before he could even act, Su Qinghe made her move first.

Clutching the roses, she once again transformed into a human cannonball, hurtling towards Jiang Che at breakneck speed—

She then buried her face in his arms.