"This... How is this possible?" Krystal Flack stared at the vibrant rose blooming on the table, truly doubting her eyes.
Krystal instinctively rubbed her eyes and then approached to look closer, feeling a faint fragrance wafting from the flower. A slight sniff left her feeling refreshed, with every pore on her body relaxing.
"Am I dreaming?" Krystal looked again and again, hardly able to believe that the wilted rose had indeed come back to life, even more vibrant than before.
"What on earth is going on?" Krystal rubbed her temples for a long time, unable to figure it out despite her clever brain, "This must be a miracle!"
Krystal decided to simply classify all of this as a miracle.
"Knock knock..." Just as Krystal was lost in thought, her secretary walked in holding some documents.
Upon entering, the secretary was immediately captivated by the fiery red rose and, bewildered, asked Krystal: "Mr. Flack, did the florist deliver your message? Didn't I tell him not to send it?"
