Short-Term Pain Is Better Than Long-Term Pain

Su Wan and Jiang Xuecheng bought a purple clay pot at a nearby supermarket. They were going to drive straight back to Fontainebleau.

However, halfway through the drive, Su Wan remembered that many of the flower arrangements at home were about to wither, so she went to the flower shop with Jiang Xuecheng again and bought many freshly bloomed flowers.

When they got home, Jiang Xuecheng volunteered to take on the responsibility of decocting the medicine, while Su Wan put the fresh flowers that she had just bought into the vase one by one.

Perhaps she was used to seeing the flower arrangements made by Jiang Xuecheng, Su Wan held the crepe-myrtle flowers and balloon flowers she had just bought in her hands and posed them several times, but she still felt that they were not satisfactory enough.

Su Wan frowned. She recalled the way Jiang Xuecheng arranged the flowers in the past, so she simply imitated his idea and arranged the flowers away one by one.