The boss looked up at her words, shook his head with a smile, and said, "It's nothing. Every year on this day, an old gentleman comes to our shop to buy this kind of flower. He hasn't come this year, and when I saw you buying the same type of flower, I suddenly thought of that strange old gentleman, so I couldn't help but be surprised. Are you buying the white roses to put at home, or..."
In the past, white roses were mostly used to remember deceased friends, but now many young people like white roses, and the meanings of white roses have increased.
He couldn't figure out what Enna Clark was buying the white roses for.
"I'm buying them for someone."
"I see." The boss didn't ask further. He tied a silk ribbon around the freshly and beautifully packaged bouquet and handed it to her, "There, it's all wrapped up."
"Thank you." Enna Clark took it, paid for it, and returned to the car with the flowers in her arms.
