“Miss, are you nurturing these chrysanthemums or torturing them!” A strange male voice suddenly spoke behind me, with a hoarse laugh.
This place had been without visitors for so long, and suddenly someone appeared. Probably no one would come to such a desolate place except me.
Even if someone did come, they certainly wouldn’t be up to any good.
I never imagined that this unexpected encounter would leave an indelible memory of this man in my life.
Listening to his boasting, I impatiently turned to look at him. I had been alone here for so long, and it was not easy to meet a living person, yet he had come to mock me.
“Miracles depend on who experiences them. Haven’t you seen that the flowers I’ve grown are doing well? Flowers are just flowers, isn’t it just about watering them daily and weeding? We don’t even have people this precious here, let alone flowers. Even I don’t know why I’m inexplicably here. It’s already good enough that I’m taking care of them every day. Am I supposed to serve them tea and water?” I cursed at this man, having been bottled up alone for so long that I was about to fall ill. Today, having finally met someone, of course I would vent all my resentment on him.
After venting my anger, I looked at his face with a steaming rage. He looked at me with great interest. This handsome man standing before me was truly an eyesore, especially those eyes filled with drunken charm that, when looked into, could make one lose their soul.
“What a pity for these precious flowers, ruined by you. Actually keeping them outdoors, and even more unbelievably, planting all the flowers together without any classification.” He looked at those flowers whose names I couldn’t recall with regret.
