บท 130: Red Tulips

Without any warning, Han's bike slips to the side, causing him to fall likewise. 

"Shit," he cursed under his breath, "Oh my goodness!"

His mind didn't bother paying attention to his two scraped knees. Instead, his eyes flew towards the bouquet of flowers that had fallen a few yards from him and onto the road. He got up slowly, knees sharp with pain, but again, he didn't care. The flowers were all that mattered to him right now. 

Limping towards the edge of the road, he tried his best to reach for the bouquet, but right as he reaches the curb, a car carelessly drove past him, squashing half of it. 

Han gasped and shook his head in disbelief. Looking both ways, he quickly grabbed the bottom of the bouquet, picking up what was left of the, well, what was a beautiful bouquet. It was now all ruined and Han was left with an extreme sigh of disappointment.

'My twenty thousand won,' he thought to himself as he stared at the flowers. 'Talk about luck.'