At the end of December, it was already very cold in the north, and the weather wasn't great tonight either. The air felt damp and chilly. The forecast said there'd be rain and snow, but it hadn't started yet.
The shops along the street were adorned with colorful lights, with Christmas trees and Santas set up outside, creating a strong festive atmosphere.
Even though it was already past eleven, there were still quite a few people on the street. Couples were out together, and the flower vendors by the roadside hadn't closed up shop.
The price of roses, usually just a few bucks each, had multiplied several times, but business was still booming.
The flower shop run by Mu Yan had also received many orders these days, with sales almost matching those of the past two months.
Mu Yan pointed at an ice cream shop nearby and said to Jiang Jingheng, "I want to eat ice cream."
