The flower shop run by Jiang Lan wasn't big, nor did it have any rare items, but Yan Zi took his time choosing.
Gu Shengyin noticed half an hour had passed, and she was getting impatient. She urged, "Take your time, I'll nap for a bit."
She hadn't slept the previous night, and now the sunshine was perfect for a nap, yet here was Yan Zi disturbing her.
Yan Zi turned his head, and the sunshine streamed through the glass door, illuminating Gu Shengyin's face as she lay on the recliner.
In his memory, Jiang Lan's complexion was always pale, but under the sunshine, she seemed almost translucent.
She looked a bit weary; she really seemed tired.
"I'm done," she replied.
The other person didn't even open their eyes: "Leave the money on the counter, no delivery."
She was still the same, no one would ever hold a place in her heart.
Yan Zi smiled bitterly to himself, took out a stack of bills, placed them on the cashier counter, and used a small paperweight to press them down.
