The Secret History of the Flower Picker

Sneaking into the night with the wind, flying into the homes of ordinary people, moisturizing things silently. I am a flower picker, and I must pick fragrant and delicate flowers. Although domestic flowers are good, the wild flowers on the roadside are also good. I am very responsible. I will carefully place every flower I pick at home and cultivate it carefully, just to make them bloom more beautifully! But slowly, I became a flower-picking thief with a bad heart but no courage. Because domestic flowers don't like the wild flowers on the roadside, for the sake of the flowers at home, I have no choice but to stop going out to pick flowers. Hello everyone, my name is Willow Ye, and I am still hesitating whether to pick this charming flower in front of me. "To adopt or not to adopt? What do you think?" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.