“Mister, would you like to buy some flowers?”
“Hm?” Hearing this, Mo Li stopped walking.
He turned around and saw a girl about his age standing at the entrance of a flower shop, holding a bouquet of white flowers in her hands.
A flower shop? …Does a town as economically backward as Maidu even have flower shops? Art and romance are born from a life where food, clothing, and shelter are all taken care of, but the people of Maidu can barely feed themselves—who would have the time or mood for something as romantic as giving flowers? Mo Li...
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