Chapter 443 A Wonderful Name
- When the middle-aged florist in charge of the store not far from the cemetery saw us, she asked, “Do you need a bouquet of white chrysanthemum?”
- Smiling, I shook my head and brought Summer into the store. “Is it fine for us to pick the flowers?”
- The florist was stupefied for a short while before she nodded in return and asserted, “Of course!”