Early in the morning, the young woman Shang Xixia tidied herself up simply and then took the subway directly to the flower market.
On a street filled with the fragrance of flowers, she crouched in front of the roses, her clear and bright eyes fluttering as she carefully selected each rose. She chose ones that were blooming but had just begun to bloom, a little more than buds, but not too open. The girl's small hands were gentle, and even when pricked by the rose thorns, she didn't mind much, adorably putting her finger in her mouth to suck on it briefly. Then she continued searching among the newly picked roses, still carrying some morning dew. Finally, she satisfactorily selected eleven roses.
