In the United Kingdom these past few days, I stayed in Calende Town.
All because of a bouquet of Tulips that cost 120 British pounds.
The flower shop's owner was He Mansha.
After buying for the third time, I just met her.
In the café, He Mansha ordered two coffees with raw yeast and milk. Leh Ying said she wasn't feeling well and didn't touch the coffee, only sipping warm water.
He Mansha gave her a glance, simply nodding.
Two gentle young ladies, similar in age, sat opposite each other. Occasionally, they glanced at the sunset on the horizon.
At ten o'clock at night in England, it still wasn't dark, the sun had just set.
The days were long.
"It's been a long time."
Miss Mansha's every frown and smile carried the charm and seductiveness of a classical beauty, clad in a purple, knit, hip-hugging long dress that flaunted a voluptuously sexy figure, as perfect as one from a plastic surgery brochure.
