There is a patch of carefully cared for hyacinths in Ji Qingjiang's flower house, each one swaying in the wind like an elf dancing in the wind. There are many varieties of flowers in her flower shop, but there are no hyacinths.
Whenever a curious customer inquires, she always smiles calmly, revealing a slight pear dimple.
"Because Hyacinth isn't strong enough."
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