In the residential area of the City of Sighs, among the chaotic architecture, the only normal and luxurious villa quietly opened its main door.
A small golden head peeked out from the crack in the door, along with an even smaller white head.
Stan looked at Bianka, who was warily observing the surroundings, and felt a mixture of helplessness and anticipation.
After lurking in the human world for so long, is the boss finally going to start her plan today?!
Wait, what was the boss's plan again?
The question only lingered in Stan's mind for a moment before it was replaced by unconditional trust.
It must be a grand plan that he couldn't comprehend and could hardly help with!
The first step of the plan!
Go to the amusement park, find Aizahár, and accompany her in selling those paper flowers... what a difficult challenge!
At least for Bianka, this was a difficult challenge that she had never experienced and had no idea how to handle. It was a survival skill that she had to learn from scratch.
What was a survival skill?
Was it a life-or-death struggle with bloodthirsty beasts, surviving in a harsh environment, climbing an unavoidable mountain, or...
...standing on the street, at a loss.
?
Something seemed off.
"'Kiana?'" A call came from the side. Bianka, holding a slightly wilted paper flower in both hands, looked at Aizahár with a pleading gaze, as if she had seen her savior.
Aizahár looked at Bianka's dazed eyes with helplessness. The filter she had for the person who had carried her up to the sky yesterday was already shattered.
"Haven't I already taught you what to do?" Aizahár sighed, took out another paper flower from her own basket, and then fixed her gaze on a passing young woman.
The woman didn't look like a local. Her rough yellow hair and light-colored pupils showed her Western European bloodline. Most importantly... there was still a hint of innocence in her eyes that had not yet faded.
"Watch closely, I'll demonstrate for you one more time," After finding her target, Aizahár nudged Bianka with her elbow, then took a deep breath. Her mature aura instantly changed into that of an innocent child.
Just like when Bianka had first met Aizahár.
"Big sister~" Aizahár held up the flower in one hand and slowly approached the Western European woman, maintaining a safe distance while getting as close as possible.
This sudden call startled the Western European woman. When she turned around, she saw Aizahár, who had also put on a startled expression.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but Aizahár just sniffled and continued to hold up her hand cautiously. "Th-that... big sister, can... can you buy a flower?"
The Western European woman was stunned for a moment. She looked down at the canteen she was subconsciously protecting, and then at Aizahár, who was a mixture of fear, resilience, stubbornness, and innocence.
The small, clean face was not very beautiful, but the sallow and thin complexion made those expressions even more vivid.
Compared to the flower she was holding in her hand, Aizahár herself was more like a small white flower swaying in the cold wind.
"Alright..." It wasn't the flower that made the Western European girl agree, but the familiar shadow on Aizahár.
That was her, two months after the Great Honkai descended... the her who had reached out to the city exploration team that had come to support them in the ruins. She was just like this, holding out her hand to the exploration team members without a word.
Fearful yet stubborn.
"How much for a flower?" The Western European girl, her heart somewhat relaxed, reached out and boldly patted Aizahár's head, her voice softening as she asked.
"Fifteen..." Aizahár said in a low voice, then instantly changed her words in front of the Western European girl. "No, ten milliliters! Just ten milliliters is enough!"
Fifteen milliliters was indeed a somewhat expensive price, but ten milliliters was much more affordable. The girl had a psychological expectation, then picked up her canteen, took ten milliliters of water with a portable dropper, and, under Aizahár's sparkling eyes, injected it into Aizahár's canteen.
"Thank you!" Aizahár said, bowing excitedly to the Western European girl. After the girl took the paper flower, she ran off, holding the canteen as if it were a treasure.
Her joyous appearance made the Western European girl smile after a moment of being dazed. Then, she turned around and left with a smile, her footsteps also carrying the same joy as Aizahár's.
The moment she returned to Bianka's side, Aizahár shed her disguise, but still held up the canteen with a hint of pride and swayed it in front of Bianka with her hands on her hips.
"How about that, did you get it? Hmph hmph..." Aizahár's nose was almost in the air. She was very satisfied with her performance just now.
"I got it..." Bianka nodded, but she still couldn't hold back what she wanted to say. "But... isn't this taking advantage of other people's sympathy? This..."
She didn't know what to say, but Bianka really couldn't bring herself to do something that so blatantly took advantage of other people's kindness.
If it were just a matter of saying some embarrassing lines to someone, she might have done it without even realizing what she was saying. But she had immediately recognized the core of the act of exploiting sympathy.
This was the reason for her hesitation.
Bianka really wanted to tell Aizahár that this was wrong, that it was immoral, and that it was not something a good child should do. But she also knew the reason why Aizahár was doing it, which made it impossible for her to say such "let them eat cake" words.
Aizahár's upturned nose came down. She looked at the hesitant Bianka speechlessly. The Bianka who was constantly asking ridiculous questions was back.
Forget it, who told her to be her friend?
After comforting herself a little, Aizahár magnanimously patted Bianka. "Don't worry about this kind of thing... we're not bad people!"
"But..."
"Aigh!" Aizahár directly used a finger to block Bianka's words, a cunning light in her eyes.
"You think we're selling flowers, don't you?"
Bianka nodded.
"Wrong!" Aizahár closed her eyes, and the hand that was blocking Bianka's words was withdrawn. She confidently shook her finger in front of Bianka. "Actually, we're selling their kindness!"
Bianka tilted her head in confusion.
And Aizahár was already shaking her head in front of Bianka like a life mentor.
"Hmph hmph... I see you don't understand at all~"