Alvano took the flowers from Fusheng’s hands, smiling as he brushed a stray bit of pale yellow pollen from the tip of Fusheng’s nose with his fingertip.
"Help me wrap these in Luo-style white paper; three layers will suffice," Alvano said, handing the bouquet back to the shopkeeper.
Bart blinked, momentarily taken aback, before smiling and accepting the flowers with a nod.
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