Iris Wen walked beside him, staring at the ground, and asked softly: "Where is the person who sent the flowers?"
Asher Cheng's gaze fell on Iris Wen, who was looking down at the road. His dull eyes turned into a somewhat restrained inquiry, and he said without any trace: "Anonymous, I don't know either."
Just now Iris Wen said he was beautiful, and he suddenly remembered this.
"I remember that day, didn't you post a message on Moments? Maybe that person happened to see it and helped you realize it."
When he reached the bridge, Asher Cheng suddenly stopped and stood by the bridge to look at the scenery. He looked up at the scattered snow.
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