At the same time, at the North Border Factory.
Li San spoke with a gloomy expression, "She's not here?"
Ah Rui nodded, "Sister Nan is meeting a partner at the underground market."
Li San remained silent, but his gaze fixed on a trash station in the corner far away, where there were three conspicuous bouquets of roses.
The man walked over without a word, and Ah Rui, not understanding, followed closely behind him.
Three bouquets of roses, two of which were ninety-nine roses each, and the other was a huge bouquet of nine hundred and ninety-nine red roses.
The border is an international no man's land, unlike other modern cities, it's relatively scarce in goods, and flower shops are even fewer.
Li San picked up a dried petal, the gold powder decoration glittering in the sunlight, making it obvious it wasn't a product of the border.
There was no card on the rose bouquets, but Li San had reason to suspect these flowers were for Nan Xin.
