Qingxin Flowers Novels & Stories

Qin finished speaking, he felt embarrassed. Samuel was also speechless. After searching for a long time, he came across a woman’s medicine? "What the fuck is this?" Wasn't this ridiculous? "As for this dog tail flower." Mr. Qin wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. After hesitating for a long time, he continued to explain, "It can bloom when it is wet, and if it is dry, it can wait for water for several years. Its vitality is also very vigorous. As for its effect..."

She presented the bouquet of flowers she'd brought, her voice soft and gentle. "Aunt, I brought you a bouquet of flowers that I made myself. There are light pink carnations, bright yellow roses, green lisianthus, and orange tulips. They are all flowers that represent health and happiness. If you smell it, you will find that the fragrance is very light, elegant and long-lasting. There is also morning dew on it. It looks very vibrant and beautiful. If you don’t believe me, why not touch it?” She smiled, gently taking Mrs Bai's hand, wanting her to feel the life and beauty she described.

Chai skillfully arranged the bouquets, expertly combining different blooms to create harmonious compositions. The moment the shop opened its doors, a steady stream of customers began to grace its threshold. The sight of the vibrant flowers enticed passersby, drawing them closer to the captivating displays crafted by Cynthia and Chai's skilled hands. With each customer interaction, Cynthia's warm smile blossomed. She offered advice on floral selections, sharing her knowledge of different blooms and their meanings. Her passion for flowers was evident in her enthusiastic conversations, leaving customers inspired and delighted. Chai, too, found joy in helping customers find their perfect floral

“We have a lovely selection of flowers that would be perfect for such an occasion. Do you have any preferences for the bouquet, or would you like me to suggest something?” The woman hesitated for a moment, glancing at the various flowers before returning her gaze to Georgia. “I am not exactly sure,” she admitted with a small smile. “I want something that is bright and cheerful but also elegant. Maybe with a mix of colors?” Georgia nodded, her fingers brushing the smooth surface of the counter as she listened intently. “How about a combination of sunflowers, white and pink roses? Sunflowers are vibrant and full of energy, symbolizing adoration and loyalty, perfect for celebrating your sister’

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

In seconds, those beautiful blooming red roses ended in a trash bin. “Why did you throw them all away?” Though deep inside of his heart there’s a relief that made him happy, Chin Hwa still couldn’t help to hide his astonishment for Qeiza’s reaction. If she truly didn’t like the sender, wouldn’t those flowers be able to be used for air freshener? “I like cactus better.” “What?” Chin Hwa got more amazed. “Your preference is unique!” “Thank you. I take it as a compliment.” Qeiza put down her sling bag. She laid it on the desk after cleaning the track of the mysterious bouquet of the flowers she never expected.

"Her majesty, I saw her in the passage near the Falling River. She was seriously injured and there was a flower with her." "What flower?" Amnisty doesn't answer right away. She and the queen already talked about this situation but they need to do it again to inform Dealla. She sighs before answering. I hate repeating. "It's Peony." "Oh, what a nice flower and it's the favorite of our friend, Amnisty. Right?" "You're right, her majesty." "Since you don't remember your name, darling. How about I'll name you Peony? Is it fine with you?" The queen strokes some strands of Dealla's hair. She puts it behind her ear. The queen stares at Dealla’s face.

I wasn't about to wreck a home. "So dumb." I wipe my eyes on my knees, but the tears don't stop. I look up and can see people making their way through the trees towards me. I sniff and rest my chin on my hands. My eyes trail down, and through my blurry vision, I can see dozens and dozens of flowers blooming around me. I furrow my brow, wiping at my eyes again and moving to sit on my knees and crouch over the flowers. I hadn't wiped my hands on the ground, but they were still blooming. Pink ones, purple, white. Still smaller than a quarter, but slightly bigger than the last ones I made bloom. And there were a lot more of these too. They continued to appear around where I sat as I watched.

Soft lanterns hung from the ceiling, casting a golden glow over the rows of plants and wooden benches. Nick walked slowly through the aisles, letting the quiet soothe his ragged nerves. His fingers brushed against petals—roses, lilies, orchids, hydrangeas, all cultivated by the pack's gardeners with painstaking care. He wasn't looking for anything specific, but his hands kept returning to the same flowers: white camellias. They were Kira's favorite.