Molly's face was pale.

The young lady took the flowers from her hands, sniffed them carefully, then turned around and cheerfully said to Ocelotte, "It's my favorite purple bellflower. How did you know?"

The young lady's tone was warm, clearly indicating that she and Ocelotte had known each other for some time.

Molly felt extremely embarrassed. She didn't have the courage or the face to stay any longer. If she stayed even one more second, she would suffocate. She hesitantly said, "The flower