Lee handles Rex's blood test and matching by himself. He does all the work and spends the entire day
in the research facility. His effort pays off as he finally finds a suitable blood sample. He takes out a
dosage for treatment and undergoes the first exchange transfusion.
The exchange transfusion is to send the normal blood match into Rex's body and separate the blood
destroyed by the addictive substance from his body.
The operation requires a high degree of concentration. Lee is the surgeon that operates on him.
Everything goes smoothly.
"Your blood indicators will change at the beginning. You will feel a little nauseating and painful, but such
feeling is milder than that from addiction," Lee tells the man in the hospital bed.
There's no expression on Rex's face. This is what he wants. He only hopes the treatment this time
would not be as useless as before.
"I see. Thank you."
They look at each other, their eyes filled with determination for the treatment.
"By the way, your subordinate sent a message just now while you were being treated. Your wife is
planning to open a flower shop on the commercial square not far from your home."
Hearing this, the man who hasn't reacted for a long time raises his head and asks in surprise, "A flower
shop?"
"Yes, she seems to be preparing. She has been to quite a few flower markets recently." Lee tells him all
he has heard, knowing this woman is Rex's only reason to stay alive.
Rex doesn't say anything. He stares blankly at somewhere. Lily's figure and face appear in his head.
He can imagine her in a sea of flowers even if he doesn't see her with his own eyes.
Rex hasn't expected she would open a shop, but it's reasonable. He knows she is lonely when he is
away. She has to keep herself busy and cheer herself up.
Lee watches him as he is sunk in deep thought. His emotion is so strong that even his aura is
sorrowful. Lee pats the man on the shoulder gently. "Rex, she's trying hard too. Everything will be fine."
Yes, everything will be fine. But even so, he still has brought too much pain to her. He can't make up for
it even with the rest of his life.
The man supports his elbows with his knees and covers his finely chiseled face with his hands. "She
doesn't have to go through this...."
Lee holds Rex's shoulder a little harder. "Rex, it's important to go through thick and thin together in a
relationship. It's worth it if you go back healthily."
"I hope so."
...
After sending Adair to school at 7:30 every morning, Lily drives to several large flower markets in City
J. Seeing the flowers with fresh dew in the greenhouse, she finds a moment of happiness.
After nearly half a month's investigation, she locks her eyes on a wholesale shop that has been in the
flower import business for ten years. It's owned by a couple who are in their forties. They are very
much in love. Their child has gone to university.
"The flowers here are not cheap. They're imported, you know, with a high cost of transportation and
planting. There's little bargaining space. If you are looking for something cost-effective, perhaps we're
not suitable for you," says Hazel, the owner's wife. She is honest and her words are pertinent.
Lily holds a bluebell given by the owner. A faint fragrance floats into her nose from the petals,
refreshing her heart.
She smiles. "Hazel, I've visited many flower markets recently. I've seen both expensive and cheap
flowers. I choose you not because of the price, but because of your products. To be honest, I have no
experience in running a flower shop or setting a price. But I'm sure about the quality. To me, money is
not the most important thing."
She has plenty of money. Even if she doesn't use Rex's assets, what she has earned during the years
in Britain is enough to support a shop.
"In that case, you need to be prepared. We're afraid you may lose money."
"It's fine. I don't run the shop solely for money."
She smiles politely and sits on a wooden chair in the greenhouse. Behind her are the fresh flower
branches delivered just now. She wears a light blue chiffon dress. Her hair is tied up, more delicate and
beautiful than the flowers.
Hazel and her husband exchange a glance. They understand each other with a single glance after all
these years together.
When her husband goes into the house to get the contract, Hazel sits in front of Lily and chats with her.
She asks curiously, "What did you do in the past?"
Lily says without hesitation, "I was a lawyer."
"That's a high-end profession. No wonder you emits an extraordinary aura. You look sensible." Hazel
isn't exaggerating. She found Lily different the first time Lily came to the greenhouse.
Lily waves her hand. "It's all the same. It's also tiring, only sounds good."
She looks around and says, "I'd rather have my own flower shop now."
"It's a good business if you aren’t short of money. Dealing with flowers every day keeps you in a good
mood."
Lily smiles. The phrase "in a good mood" is too far away from her life. She will be satisfied if she can
live a peaceful life every day without thinking too much.
"Take a look at the contract. If there's no problem, please sign it. We'll supply flowers to your shop from
now on." Hazel's husband walks over with a pile of documents in his hand.
Lily looks at it carefully. The terms are clear and there is no problem. She takes out a pen from her
purse but pauses at the signing place.
Hazel is puzzled. "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the contract?"
Lily signs her name. "No. It's just I remembered something."
The contract is signed without delay. She immediately goes to the real estate agent to pay the rest of
the rent and hires a decoration team to decorate the shop.
Abby helps her find a designer friend for interior design. It's in light blue with lace and white sculpture
decorations, a simple and refreshing style.
After a busy day, Lily manages to put the kid to sleep when Abby asks her to go out for a drink. Before
she can refuse, she is dragged out by Abby.
They go to a quiet bar nearby. There are quite a few people. They receive many gazes upon entering
the bar. Abby asks for a private room to stay away from those people.
Abby orders two cocktails and gives one to her. "The shop will be registered tomorrow. Have you
decided on a name?" she asks casually.
Lily rubs the cocktail glass on the table with her fingertips and looks at the layered bright colors inside.
After a long time, she slowly replies, "Waiting Florist."
"Waiting?" Abby repeats, "What do you mean by waiting?"
Lily smiles. Waiting. I've never stopped waiting for you.
Abby orders two cocktails and gives one to her. "The shop will be registered tomorrow. Have you
decided on a name?" she asks casually.
Lily rubs the cocktail glass on the table with her fingertips and looks at the layered bright colors inside.
After a long time, she slowly replies, "Waiting Florist."
"Waiting?" Abby repeats, "What do you mean by waiting?"
Lily smiles. Waiting. I've never stopped waiting for you.
62fb1bb41dcb31934bd49bda