Zhuang Zhixi quickly returned, and the couple swiftly arranged the roses in the jar. Ming Mei was overjoyed, like a chirping little magpie. Sometimes, a girl's happiness is that simple.
She propped her chin on her hand, saying, "It's so beautiful."
She must have muttered "it's so beautiful" countless times before she looked up: "Where did you get these from?"
Such beautiful flowers couldn't be picked from the roadside.
Zhuang Zhixi laughed, saying, "I got them from someone, Doctor Wang from our clinic. Her friend gave them to her after uprooting a flowerbed. She originally planned to make flower cakes at home, but I thought they deserved a better fate."
Ming Mei smiled coquettishly, saying, "That's wonderful."
Where they came from didn't really matter; what mattered was that Zhuang Zhixi had this thought.
She excitedly said, "When the flowers dry, I'll pluck the leaves and make bookmarks out of them."
Zhuang Zhixi chuckled, saying, "Won't they wilt?"
