The seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the first day back at work.
Duan Fei clocked in and went with her colleagues to the exhibition hall.
During the Spring Festival period, there were still some tourists viewing the exhibition, but today was a workday, with hardly any visitors. She enjoyed the ease, wearing her work badge and looking around, occasionally answering queries from tourists.
In the afternoon, her phone suddenly rang.
Zhang Xiaojia called her, "Duan Fei, there's a flower delivery for you; they insist that it has to be signed for by you in person. Can you come down quickly?"
"...Okay."
Duan Fei hurried back to the office, where at the entrance, a delivery guy was waiting with a huge bouquet of roses.
Today's flowers were white roses, 66 of them, their fragrance overwhelming.
She quickly signed for them and then swiftly pulled the card from the bouquet and slipped it into her pocket.
