Nian Shutong was truly holding back her laughter, trying hard to maintain a serious face.
But when she passed by a mirror and saw her serious expression, she seemed more like someone going to "offer flowers."
"Hey, buddy, want to join in?"
Nian Shutong glanced at the people inside the flower shop who were picking out flower wreath hats, and quickly waved her hand saying, "No, no, my hometown doesn't allow wearing white flowers on the head."
"Oh, really? That's quite different. Here we can only wear white; other colors are not allowed."
A few men, with various white flowers on their heads, made Nian Shutong's eyes ache a bit. But when she looked outside, her head hurt even more, the only thought in her mind: How big is this funeral procession?
The streets were crowded with people, all heading in the same direction, each person holding high various kinds of white and yellow wreaths, with small white flowers on their heads.
