Because of so many compliments, Mom became quite shy. You could see it in her flushed face, her angry expression, and her blushing face from being too happy...

Her face flushed, and her ears turned bright red, even feeling a little hot. She gently tugged at her collar. She had been constantly praised for her beauty. My mother used to be a very insecure person, as I had sensed from her old diaries. So, too much praise would make her too shy, making it difficult for her to express her emotions normally. But my mother really liked being praised.

She would feel that she didn't need to be praised, but at the same time, she was so happy to be praised that she almost cried.

Unable to truly accept praise, yet loving it all...

I sat here for a while because I really couldn't think of any other way, and I really couldn't think of anywhere to go...

"By the way, boss, as I said before, because the flower shop hasn't fully reached the so-called 'normal' track yet, I still occasionally come here to do some odd jobs. But I feel it's no longer necessary. I feel that my flower shop is gradually reaching the so-called 'normal' track, at least not to the point that I'll lose everything."

"The customers really like you. I'd be happy if you could come and help out. Your flower shop is indeed very well run, but working two jobs must be tiring, right?"

"It's nothing, I just came here to do some work after sunset because I really need to save some money lately, and I also have some books I want to buy..."

"It's time to get off work. It's getting late. You should go home early."

"Goodbye then, boss. I'm going back to rest. I'll give you the palace money at the end of the month."

After the other person left, I drank the contents of my cup, placed the ingredients on the table, and left with them. However, because the cup was empty, it was taken for a perfectly normal act.

Choosing to leave, following behind the other person, pretending to walk normally, perhaps just going the same way.

We found the other party's shop, a very ordinary-looking shop that seemed to have nothing there. Through the cracks in the doorway, we could see the scene inside, with all sorts of flowers. It looked like a residential building that had been converted into a shop, but the first floor could indeed be used as a shop normally.

The signs on the shop look like they were handmade, because they're not very pretty. Many places do this to save money.

"Have you been following me the whole time?"

The other person turned around, their smiling face now filled with indifference and hatred. There was no fear, no apprehension about going alone; rather, they hated themselves, despised everyone like that…

The other person's hand reached behind their waist. My mother had said that in the past, because she felt insecure, she would hide a small dagger behind her waist and take out the sharp blade where the other person couldn't see it.

"...Isn't this the way to the church? I remember, they said the church is just a short walk from here..."

"Hmm? Oh, is that so? Go straight this way, don't get lost. I've seen you walking behind me for a long time, so I'm a little worried that you might have gotten lost because of me. After all, I don't go to places like this, at least I've never been there before unless someone invites me."

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