My Eyes Hurt
Editor: Henyee Translations
The middle-aged man was thin, but his expression was a little gloomy.
There was also a stall in front of him with more than 20 pots of flowers. There were not many things, but they occupied a large area and squeezed the little girl's stall into a corner.
There were also more than 20 pots of flowers in the little girl's stall, but they were all squeezed together. Almost all the small flower pots were piled together, and it was impossible to tell which potted plant those flowers belonged to.
However, the little girl clearly cherished these flowers very much. On such a hot day, there were two paper umbrellas covering the flowers. There were even some water droplets on the flowers, as if they had just been watered. They looked especially bright and refreshing.
On the other hand, the middle-aged man held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand to block the sun above his head. The flowers were listless, making people not have the slightest desire to buy them.