MTL - Low Temperature Dependence - Chapter 2

... uld vaguely reveal her emotions.

It was not until she drove the car to the place where she would come to pick up flowers every time that she took a deep breath and eased her tense and depressed mood.

White iris.

It was her mother's favorite flower when she was alive.

"You're here, I thought you wouldn't come on a rainy day today."

The flower shop owner who heard the sound of the wind chimes on the door raised his head and saw the familiar black figure, and imme ...