She picked a flower and pinned it on her head that day. She chuckled and said it looked beautiful.
"What kind of flower?"
"Hyacinth. It's my favorite flower. It's white. It seems to match you very well."
"Why?"
"Because... You and it are both pure, hehe."
"No way... You are the purest child."
Yes, how could I not know what that flower means, kid.
Fortunately you didn't say it, otherwise, we really couldn't be friends.
Intention: x