Summary
On my birthday, Xu Jingze wanted to buy me flowers.
Knowing his family was short of money, I chose a bouquet that cost ninety-nine yuan.
That same day, someone sent my roommate roses. There were so many they almost filled our dorm room.
When she called to thank him, a man’s voice drifted out of her phone.
“As long as you like them.”
His voice rose slightly at the end, lazy and a little husky.
Everyone was teasing her. I stood frozen.
That voice sounded exactly like Xu Jingze’s.