He struggled to make ends meet for their small family, but they led a simple and happy life. Mr. Xander and Mrs. Xander had completely given up on their son, and they no longer paid attention to him. Mrs. Xander had informed all the luxury stores not to allow Yvonne to misuse the Xander family name.
It seemed that this time, without my intervention, Nash’s life was going well.
The school had gathered nearly all the top scorers in the country, and I was no longer the most outstanding student.
I worked even harder, participating in various internships and extracurricular activities to broaden my horizons and knowledge. I won numerous awards, including national scholarships and prizes from various competitions, and more…
Four years later, I chose to pursue further studies at the MIT Sloan School of Management. Here, I met at very talented young man.
Coincidentally, he and I were from the same city.
He graduated a year before me and said, “Wendy, no matter what your plans are, I’ll be waiting for you in San Athens.” I looked into his gentle and sincere eyes and nodded with a smile.
A year after he left, my company, founded with my classmates, started to take off.
It was also time for me to return to San Athens. He asked me, “Wendy, what time is your flight?” I replied, “2:00 PM.” I knew he could easily find out my flight time, but he was just letting me know that he would be there to pick me up, no matter what time arrived.
As expected, when I got off the plane, I saw a tall and slender figure waiting at the exit gate, his long coat making him look even more upright. In his arms, he held a bouquet of champagne roses.
I suddenly remembered the language of champagne roses: Loving you is the greatest happiness of my life, missing you is my greatest pain, being with you is my pride, without you, I’m like a ship lost at sea.
This man…
I smiled, feeling a wave of happiness.
“Welcome home, Wendy,” he opened his arms and embraced me. “Miss Carter, can you accept my confession?” He lowered his head, looking into my eyes with seriousness.
I playfully blinked and said, “Hasn’t anyone told you that love usually starts with receiving a bouquet of flowers and a formal confession?”
He paused for a moment, and I stepped out of his embrace, laughing as I ran away. “Steve Ford, keep up with me.”
Steve carried my luggage and hurriedly caught up with me. As we got into the car, I quietly observed the changes in San Athens during the years I was away. I couldn’t help but sigh at the rapid development.
Upon returning home, my parents were waiting for me at the entrance of our residential complex. My mother had developed wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and my father had more white hair at his temples. My eyes welled up with tears as I rushed into their arms. “Mom, Dad, I’m back.”
My parents held me tightly, their eyes turning red.
