When passing by the embroidery shop, she found it was more bustling than yesterday, and several embroidery workers in the yard sat before their embroidery frames. The silk threads turned into beautiful pictures through their skilled hands. The flowers on the trees in the courtyard began to fall, and the petals and workers formed a beautiful scene before her.
The shop owner was out, but Irish had just come to look around, so it made no difference to her. However, the falling flowers reminded her of Joseph talking with
the boss yesterday, and she thought that she could even feel his breath there.
She noticed that the expensive embroidery work, "White Magnolia," was gone.
The shop assistant told her someone had bought it.
Irish shook her head and sighed. There were so many rich people with the spare money and elegant taste these years.
