On the windowsill sat a narrow-mouthed glass vase, which the friends had bought on a whim for only five yuan during a discounted sale at the supermarket.
Sha Yali walked over and first took out the lilies from the vase, which were on the verge of withering, then inserted the bunch of roses and baby's breath she held in her hand. After stepping back two paces, she sized it up and asked Mu Jiawen and Ding Yuanyuan, "Doesn't look as good as the lilies, right?"
Mu Jiawen and Ding Yuanyuan exchanged glances.
Ding Yuanyuan shrugged her shoulders, "Not bad, actually, he's quite tall and handsome, and I heard he ranks among the top of their class. But most importantly--"
Mu Jiawen cut in, "He has a lot of hair."
Sha Yali, annoyed, snatched the hat off her head and pointed to her scalp for them to see, "I've got plenty, too. I've refrained from plucking at it this whole month, look, look, has it not all grown back?"
