The young girl didn't react at all.
Gem Atkinson frowned slightly and said again, "Buy flowers."
The young girl still had no reaction.
After Gem repeated it for the third time and suspected the young girl might be deaf and mute, she finally reacted and stuttered, "Sir, buy flowers?"
"Yes, for a woman. A beloved woman."
That sentence made the young girl's heart shatter. Just now, she was imagining a story in her heart where the man of her dreams met her, pursued her, and she transformed from being Cinderella to a princess.
Turns out, the man of her dreams already had a beloved woman. Sigh...
Gathering the broken pieces of her heart, the young girl cautiously asked, "Usually a beloved woman is given roses. What color does sir want to buy?"
All this time, in Gem's eyes, it seemed that roses only came in red and white. Unexpectedly, in this flower shop, the roses ranged from white to black, red to green, with a variety of colors.
He asked, "Why are there so many colors?"
