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 flo