A girl of seventeen or eighteen might believe love is everything; now, she was more focused on her own personal growth. Marriage wasn't the most important thing—a relationship just needed to be a good fit.
The sun slowly sank toward the horizon.
Sean Quinn hadn't returned, so, feeling bored, she went downstairs and walked to a nearby flower garden. It was filled with blooming flowers, a truly eye-catching sight.
A female gardener in a conical hat was weeding and fertilizing the garden beds. At a glance, she saw patches of red spider lilies, autumn chrysanthemums, and garden verbena, all meticulously arranged into various designs. The display was brilliant and impressive, and the air was thick with the scent of flowers. It was a sight to make one's heart soar. 'But why plant such a large patch of red spider lilies?'
The symbolism of the red spider lily is highly inauspicious.
