Around two weeks later, the girl kept coming back. I never stopped her.
I followed her back to the village a few more times. I figured out how much she made for the different kinds of flowers, noting how the orchids sold the highest.
It still seemed to barely be enough, and I felt responsible in many ways. The idea hit me in the midst of my insomnia.
I wracked my brain for hours as I tried to figure this out. I worked with countless flowers.
I was determined to make a unique flower, so beautiful and intoxicating that no one could resist. Guaranteed to make more than enough money.
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La Città Di Smeraldo//k.nj✔️
FanfictionIt's my fate, Don't smile to me, Lie to me, Because I can't get closer to you, There's no name you can call me.
