A voice in the rear called out, "Kim Yuna!" while Yuna jogged on the treadmill. "You are finally here," Yuna remarked, and she grinned. Bo Young jumped onto the adjacent treadmill and exclaimed, "I need to write the article of the crime report." My wonderful friend is the reason that everything has been going smoothly. Bo Young smiled broadly in response. Yuna joked, "So, how are you going to repay my kindness?"
"What would you like to do?" Yuna smiled broadly when she was asked. "How about a bowl of Jiajiangmyeon?" Yuna asked Bo Young with a smile. Bo Young looked pityingly and remarked, "The food you eat is just as boring as the black clothes you wear all the time." The two enjoyed Jiajiangmyeon while dining at their favourite restaurant. A bouquet of roses was unexpectedly presented to Bo Young by a delivery man. "Is your secret admirer sending you this bouquet of flowers?" Yuna questioned Bo Young. I don't know, but I've been receiving roses from strangers lately. I hope that he would show his face so that I don't feel stalked.
Bo Young was surprised to find another bouquet of roses on her desk when she returned to work after eating. "Is someone attempting to play a prank on me?" Bo Young asked her colleagues. However, none of them really sent her any flowers. Another bouquet of roses was waiting for Bo Young when she got home late at night. Bo Young could take it no longer and called for the person playing a plank on her to go right away. The roses continued to arrive at her door even after Bo Young threw them all away. "Who is the stalker here?" Bo Young wanted to know.
The doorbell rang in the middle of the night. Yuna opened the door to find Bo Young standing on the doorstep with a massive piece of luggage. "I'd like to move here, Yuna. The stalker who keeps delivering me flowers makes my house spooky! Bo Young cried out. "All right, just drag your bags in and shut the door behind you." Yuna sighed as she spoke. "Can you tell me more about the crime you are currently looking into?" Bo Young enquired in a positive manner. "Avoid pushing your luck!" Yuna grinned as she spoke. Bo Young joked, "All right, then I'll share the bed with you." "Go sleep in the guest room!" Yuna laughed in response. She laughed and exclaimed, "No, I want to sleep with my best friend." In the common bedroom between them. Bo Young recalls their friendship from their early years.
"Remember how we met and became acquainted?" Bo Young smiles sweetly as she asks. Indeed, we were enrolled in the same middle school course. Because you are too lovely and kind to run all the errands that others ask you to, you were harassed by your classmates all the time. Even though they now reside in America, your parents are wealthy and still adore you. You were taken advantage of by our classmates, who repeatedly asked you to cover their expenses. Yuna remarked, "I became enraged with them, stood up for you, and confronted them about their actions." “You did, and you became my only friend and heroine, always there to save my life.” Bo Young recalled.
"To be honest, I feel quite honoured when you want to become my buddy. My mother's death on my birthday always makes me believe that I brought misfortune into the family. Since then, my dad has detested seeing me. Yuna spoke with a hint of melancholy. "It is not your fault, so don't blame yourself. For many years, your father had physically abused you until he became unwell from drinking too much alcohol. You put a lot of effort into caring for him throughout the years before he died without you. Bo Young sighed as she spoke. "Now let's go to bed." Yuna attempted to wipe away the tears. "All right, let's go to sleep and put the past behind us." Bo Young gave Yuna a firm hug.
All of the flowers at Bo Young's house were left on the threshold, unclaimed. A shadowy figure was standing in front of the door, grinning eerily as he put his hand on the handle. A few meters away, on the flower-covered floor of the greenhouse, was a lifeless body. The police station's bulletin board had a picture of a missing person. The deceased person's body is similar to the one that went missing three years ago.
A customer enters the floral shop as the door "dings" open. A man wearing a mask and wearing a grey jacket came inside the store. Are there any roses for sale? The man said in a monotone, "I want to buy them for a woman that I admire." After leaving the counter, the florist courteously served the man. Indeed, we do. How many are you going to need? The florist's deformed legs were visible to the man. “Oh, you are a crippled!” he said. His remarks instantly made the florist's face go dark. "I'm not trying to sell you flowers. "Get out of the shop!" the florist said, his eyes full of rage.
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