Nian Shutong played the role of a wise elder sister. The little girl cried for a while and then bought nine sunflowers again.
"It's just right for Day of the Dead; he'll like seeing sunflowers."
That evening, a bunch of sunflowers sat on the corner of the long table lit by colorful lights, carefully guarded by the little girl.
Nian Shutong glanced over, withdrew her gaze, and continued chatting with the neighbors.
She could save people, but she couldn't bear the consequences after saving them.
Regret is often a flavor of life.
The Day of the Dead continued, and on the last day of the half-month-long festival, Nian Shutong saw the man who bought lilies again.
He appeared once more at the entrance of Youjian Flower Shop.
"Are you buying flowers again?"
"Yes, I'll buy a bunch of colorful lilies."
"Alright."
Nian Shutong went in, wrapped a bouquet of colorful lilies, and handed it to the man.
The man shook his head.
"Boss, can you please help deliver them?"
