His Love Hadn't Even Begun, Yet It Ended Just Like That

This was the first time in his life that Han Cihui felt like this. He was very disappointed and sad. Seeing the flowers, he didn't know what to feel. He only felt a sudden urge to take them home.

He pulled the worker back and politely asked, "Are all these flowers to be thrown away?"

"Yes!" The worker replied impatiently.

"I want to buy them. I want all the flowers here."

The worker pointed to a man standing in the doorway. "He's the new owner of this shop. Ask him if he is selling them."

"Thank you." Han Cihui thanked him and walked towards the man. The man was busy instructing the workers to remove the items.

Han Cihui took a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to the man. "Brother, are you selling these flowers?"

The man looked at the cigarette Han Cihui held out to him and paused for a moment. He took it and put it in his mouth. Just as he was about to touch the lighter, Han Cihui had already lit it and placed it in front of him.