You stepped into a puddle as you hurried down the rainy street, heading back to your modest apartment. Then you noticed a car. It was slowly driving behind you. Only one man in the city could afford such luxury. And yes—it was him. He rolled down the window and smirked at you. “Didn’t pay your bills and they cut off your water, so now you’re showering in the rain?” he chuckled quietly. Then his expression grew serious. “I sent you a gift. Were the hundred roses too much?”
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