"No, this is a Bird Tail Orchid."
It just hasn't fully bloomed yet. Most of the flower buds are drooping, so if you're not paying attention, they do look a bit like wind chimes.
Amanda Palmer doesn't know much about flowers, but the pure white color was so eye-catching, and placed on the bedside table, it emitted a faint fragrance, adding some vitality to the room.
"You're the first person to bring me flowers."
Amanda Palmer's smile was somewhat sorrowful, "People in business, even if they come, just exchange a few false pleasantries, mainly for my dad to see. Our relatives are even more blatant, they can hardly hide their smiles, probably just hoping I'll die soon.
Some even suggested, right in front of me, that their son be adopted by my dad, so he wouldn't lack someone to support him in old age. The motive is clear."
No one truly cares about how she's doing; they all come with an agenda.
