Time passed in silence, and before they knew it, Quan Jingwu had been in a coma for a month.
Throughout this month, Jian Qing became increasingly silent. Jian Luo and the others were both anxious and helpless; their only recourse was to pray for Quan Jingwu to wake up soon.
The arrival of summer made Beijing somewhat stifling, as if the air itself had congealed, making it difficult to breathe.
A cool breeze blew, causing the wind chimes hanging in the air to tinkle.
Pushing open the glass doors, the mingled scent of various flowers filled the air.
Upon seeing Jian Qing, the staff in the flower shop greeted her with smiles. They had also gradually become accustomed to the sight of Snowball by her side.
Initially, when they saw Jian Qing bringing Snowball into the flower shop, the staff were quite startled.
