Lina's POV The windchime on the door tinkled when I was arranging bouquets in the shop."Welcome," I said without lifting my head.I looked up when there was no response.A man was standing at the door. He was dressed in a white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing criss-crossing scars on his forearms.His hair was cropped short, and he had shaved. He looked much more alive compared to a month ago, but his eyes were the same. They were bloodshot and sunken, like two hollow abysses.It was Dante.The bouquet fell to the floor when my fingers went slack."How did you find this place?" I demanded icily.Dante didn't answer. Instead, he just stood at the door and looked around the shop, studying the colorful flowers. He smiled and said, "You once said that you wanted to open a flower shop."I was stunned. "You remember that?""I remember everything that you've ever said."He leaned against the doorframe but didn't enter the shop.I fell silent for a mome
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