He led me to a flower bed. There was a big tree here, a camellia. It was in flowering season, and the tree was full of holy camellias. It was very beautiful.
He told me that when the camellias here come into flowering season, all the short ones have been picked long ago. He also disliked me for being short, so he said that he could help me pick the camellias from higher places. Flowers from higher places are more beautiful. Although he didn't say it, that's what he meant.
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A gust of wind blew open the window, blowing in the scent of camellia...
The camellias bloomed, but no one picked them for me anymore.
Intention: Let nature take its course