Hannah shook her head, walked downstairs, and placed the bouquet of flowers on the table. "It's not picked by me. When I opened the door this morning, I saw it at my doorstep."
Lucy Taylor picked up the bouquet to examine it.
There was no card or note, only a faint scent of flowers which was quite pleasant.
Just then, the landlady turned around, her gaze falling on the bouquet. "These flowers bloom all year round on our mountain behind. They are pretty, but they are a bit of a hassle to pick."
The small town was nestled among mountains and waterways. Before the place opened up, the locals mainly lived off the mountain, barely maintaining a living by gathering herbs and hunting.
But now things are better, and very few people go up the mountain anymore.
The paths on the mountain are rough and not particularly valuable for development, which makes them even less frequented.
Touching her chin, Lucy Taylor pondered seriously, "Could it be from that fan who showed up uninvited?"
