But these white orchids are so fresh and beautiful." She smelled the fragrance of the flowers as she spoke, with a happy smile on her face.
"Why did he send you white orchids? Has he given you these orchids before?" His voice sounded a little hoarse, and he continued to stare at them, sitting still.
"Ah, honey, don't be jealous." Hearing his reaction, she giggled meekly, holding the bouquet tightly in her arms. "He knows very well that I have been taken away, so don't worry, maybe it's just one of his quirks to send flowers to everyone, don't think too much, don't move, can I get you some porridge?" Throwing him a tender kiss, she returned to the kitchen humming a meek tune.
When she left, his eyes were still on the flowers she carried with her. He was full of doubts, and he was puzzled deep in his heart, "But why is it a white orchid? I bet...she doesn't even know that the white orchid symbolizes...death."
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