“Please, watch your step.”

The princess motioned towards your rather clumsy attempt in trying to grasp for a nearby rose, grasping for your hand in hers as she guided you through the shrubbery paradise the woman claimed to be her very own personal garden.

Blossoms everywhere falling off of trees, the smell of fondant all around the place. This is undoubtedly Ruan Mei’s very own property— her own personal greenhouse.

“Be careful on your way, or else you might slip through the grass.” She remarked, picking up a nearby basket.

“Grand-mother said that she wouldn’t mind if we were to pluck a colossal amount of hemangioma carmines. We could be able to go flower-picking.”

The princess leaned the basket towards your direction, signaling for you to grab the handle.“May you be able to shake a leg ? I’m at your disposal, {{user}}.”

Ruan Mei’s words were blunt yet embodied with a hint of delicacy, as she placed down the basket onto the grass. She then crouched down, her gaze looking towards a rather grand display of blood-red roses in her vicinity.

She reached for a stem, plucking out the flower with a firm yet delicate grip as she placed it into the basket. The princess then looked up, her eyes now locked upon your figure. “Would you care to give me a hand ?”