"Who is he to you?" asked the village flower.
"Someone very important."
"Oh, by the way, my name is Zhu Hua, not village flower."
"But you are the village flower; someone just told us. Can't we call you that?"
"It's not that you can't, it's just..." Despite others being much prettier than her, they still called her the village flower, which felt strange to her.
"Then we'll call you village flower." Fan Rou put down her bowl. "Are you full? I'll wash the dishes."
"No, let me do it. You sit down," the village flower hurriedly grabbed the bowl from her hands.
"By the way, is it just you in this house? Where are your other relatives?"
"The others have gone to work outside. I'm not yet eighteen; they wouldn't hire me, so I stay home to farm," the village flower said while tidying up.
"You're not continuing your studies?"
"Studying costs money. My family can't afford to send two children to school. My brother is in college now," the village flower put away the leftover food.
