Nian Shutong, with a heart full of gossip, stood at the flower shop's entrance, staring in one direction.
Fu Yunhe approached from behind and stood beside her, mimicking her actions and looking in the same direction.
"So, is the reality show finally concluding?"
"Just about."
Fu Yunhe decided to stay and watch with Nian Shutong.
A man carrying a bouquet of lilies limped to the woman's door. Just as he bent over, with the flowers in hand, the door suddenly swung open with a bang.
The woman stood there, the man was bent over, and their motions seemed frozen in an instant.
Nian Shutong, ever curious, took a few steps forward, pretending to tidy up the flower garden at the entrance.
Fu Yunhe chuckled from behind and eventually handed Nian Shutong a small trowel, making her act look somewhat plausible.
On the other side, the woman stared at the man for over a minute—no shouting, no anger, not even a hint of emotion.
She was unusually calm as she spoke to the man.
