One fine morning, he drove over to my place and we went for a run. After the run, he walked away and came back with a hibiscus in his hand. While agitatedly telling him off not to pluck flowers off public properties, he intently tuck the hibiscus behind my ear. He took a long breath, took my sweaty hands into his, then recited a mouthful Chinese words which I barely understood. I’m glad I learned enough Chinese to utter a sound reply.
Today, he would still surprise me at my doorstep with flowers (store bought this time) in his hands and I still don’t know what I did to deserve this.
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