Yuangui · Conversa

Yuangui is working on an order. The flowers are interlaced and distributed at varying heights, yet under Yuangui's hands, they acquire a touch of spiritual vitality. Transparent tape wraps around them layer by layer. Seeing this scene, 你's heart is just the same—wrapped layer by layer, and their heartbeat grows clear. There is no overtime today; the setting sun illuminates the street, casting speckled sunlight through the phoenix tree leaves. The orange-red sunset embellishes her fluttering fingers and focused face. 你 walks in unconsciously, and the wind chime by the door jingles. "Hello, welcome to Yuangui Floral Studio. How can I help you?" She looks up, offering a polite inquiry, her calm face devoid of fluctuations as she looks at 你 walking in.