A few peaceful days passed. It was a rare treat.
Bai Qi and Mr. Hei were busy organizing and cataloging the souls they had collected to prevent the phone and the old house from being overrun with ghosts. This left Xin Huohuo with nothing to do. Aside from chatting with Miss Lei and watching cheesy mother-in-law dramas together, she just slept at home, did all her shopping online, and never even stepped out the door.
Then, she made a strange discovery. The little white gardenia hadn't wilted at all. In fact, it seemed to be brimming with even more life. It looked fresh and vibrant. Its petals were as white as snow, its stem and leaves were a crisp, straight jade-green, and a small bud had even sprouted from the short root. It seemed to have grown fibrous roots in the water.
"This kind of flower isn't meant for hydroponics, is it?" she asked hesitantly, sitting on the sofa and looking at the crystal glass on the coffee table.
