It was the same flower shop owner from last time, Su Ziceng recalled, the one she had handed a one hundred francs note to.
Both recognized each other and erupted into laughter for a moment. Their cheerful laughter, like bees, buzzed and swirled among the flowers.
In the end, when Su Ziceng left, she was holding a bunch of freshly picked red roses. The attentive shop owner noticed that among all the flowers, it was these Bulgarian red roses that caught Ziceng's eyes the most.
The flowers were not large, but their color was striking, much like the girl from the East. At first glance, she seemed unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, she was charming and attractive.
Originally, Su Ziceng wanted to find a hotel near the Champs Elysees, but then she thought it would be a waste of money to stay in such a prime location. As she hesitated, a sightseeing bus bound for the Sacred Heart Cathedral pulled up beside her.
