Chapter 126: Her Cries
The car finally came to a stop in front of a large building. Lilia raised an eyebrow, glancing at Zethan in surprise. He hadn’t mentioned anything about stopping here, and she had assumed they were heading straight home. The unexpected stop caught her off guard.
Was it something related to his work? She wondered as her curiosity piqued.
The chauffeur quickly stepped out, opening the door for both of them. Zethan exited first, then extended his hand toward Lilia. She hesitated for a moment, still processing the unexpected turn of events, before quietly placing her hand in his.
It was so unexpected and out of the blue that it completely caught her off guard.
Not to mention, the building was made of tinted glass, so Lilia had no idea what was inside. Was it a store, or something else? It looked different from anything she had seen before, and there was no name at the top to indicate what it was. The tinted glass gave it a mysterious aura. Holding Zethan’s hand, she walked with him toward the building. The sun was already setting, and the evening was drawing to a close. Lilia looked up at Zethan calmly.
"Honey, where are we going?" Her curiosity got the better of her.
"Sweetheart, you’ll see once we get there."
Lilia fell silent and nodded, looking like a child who had been pleading with her father to take her to an amusement park, and the father remained quiet, simply saying the word, "You’ll see" after the child’s ask of where they were going.
They walked toward the entrance, and the door slid open. As soon as it did, the bright light from inside the building gently blocked Lilia’s view. But as they entered, they were greeted by something unexpected: a breathtaking view. Lilia’s eyes widened, and her lips trembled slightly as she took in the sight before her. The place was filled with beautiful, assorted flowers—more like grand bouquets—arranged in perfect harmony. The variety of colors, shapes, and sizes left her speechless. It was too perfect, too beautiful, too good to be true. Some of the flowers even seemed to glow with colors she had never seen before.
She noticed the people who came to admire or buy the flowers; they seemed to be high-class individuals, and from the way they were dressed and carried themselves, Lilia suspected these flowers were extremely expensive. How could a place this stunning exist and yet not be overwhelmed with crowds? It seemed that those who were here were well aware of the value of these flowers.
Or rather, people kept track of who arrived. It was like she had been transmigrated to another world—far more beautiful.