Chapter 141
Helen was lying on the bed, seemingly doing something. When she saw me come in, she looked at the roses in my arms for a few seconds and then turned away. She showed indignant disgust and was seemingly unreconciled.
I didn’t say anything, let alone do anything. I wondered what this woman disliked about me. Why did she hate me more and more? Did same–sex repulsion also apply to roommates?
It stood to reason that it shouldn’t. At Lincoln University, I got along very well with my two roommates. Why were the roommates at Jesselton College so difficult to get along with?
Helen’s unwarranted hostility was so strange.
I put the roses on my table, thinking about finding something to keep them when Helen said, “I have hay fever.”
What? Hay fever?
Did it mean that I had to throw away such beautiful flowers? I felt a little troubled. It would be a pity to throw them away.
It was the first bouquet of red roses I had ever received. Apart from the sender’s intention and the meaning of the flowers, they deserved to be treated with sincerity.
But I couldn’t keep them.
Helen was allergic to flowers. I heard that severe allergies could lead to death. Regardless of why she resisted me, her life was more important.
I was a youth from the new generation who was enthusiastic and good at caring about others. I knew very well what the right choice was.
So, I took a few beautiful photos of the bouquet from all directions and then carried it out. I placed it on the windowsill of the water station.
“Sorry, flowers. I’ve failed to protect you. Just follow whoever comes to take you. I wish you peace and joy.”
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After returning, I found that Helen’s bedside lamp was already off. I quietly washed up and got into bed. I was ready to look at my phone for a while before sleeping.
In the photo album, those roses lay quietly in various postures. I picked the two best ones and sent them to Colin.
Since it was a happy thing, I wanted to share it with him.
After being separated for almost two months, I had long been used to him taking care of me in all aspects. I missed him very much.
Colin responded instantly, “It’s beautiful. Where did it come from?”
If someone else had asked me this, I might’ve told them frankly. But it was Colin. I felt inexplicably guilty and subconsciously wanted to lie.
But I was taught not to lie. Lying was bad. I was a good person, so I shouldn’t lie.
“Matthew gave it to me. He also took me to a club for dinner. I just came back.”
“That fatty whose love letters were hidden by Felix?”
“Yes, he’s no longer fat. He’s tall, thin, and quite handsome. Didn’t you see him on my birthday?”
“Why did he send you flowers?”
“He said he wants me to be his girlfriend.”
“Did you agree?”
“No, I didn’t. How can I agree casually? I have to consider it. I can’t choose a boyfriend at random.”
Colin was typing. But five minutes later, he didn’t send me any message.
I stared at the screen, waiting for his reply until my eyes were sore. The prompt for typing disappeared, but I still hadn’t received his message.
“Colin, are you still there?”
He was silent. After waiting for a while, he still hadn’t replied to me.
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I originally wanted to ask Colin whether I should give Matthew a chance or think of some way to test him.
But Colin inexplicably stopped the conversation.
I fell asleep full of regrets. I struggled with these two issues in my dreams all night with no results.
As I had no classes the next morning, I stayed in bed lazily without even having
breakfast.