Shen Nie followed behind Ming Mei, gazing at her with indulgent affection: "I've never shared this with you, but I actually have a dream—to be a gardener who grows flowers. For so many years, I've been striving for this goal, and now, it seems that the effort is paying off rather nicely."
Ming Mei gently brushed her hand against the tender blossoms and nodded with a smile: "Hmm, the results are exceptionally good. This proves that someone like you, whose intelligence crushes the masses, can excel at any job."
Her hand swept across the flowers, leaving her palm imbued with their fragrance.
Breathing in the scent, Ming Mei felt as though her heavy heart had somehow... become less unbearable compared to the past few days.
She lifted her head and gazed at the boundless sea of flowers.
Fiery red roses stretched endlessly, so breathtaking and so stunning. They stood one by one, neatly arranged, as if revealing something that could only be called "hope."
Her mood suddenly brightened.
