"Big brother, do you want to buy flowers?"
Perhaps Yan Liqiang had been standing too long at the western city gate of the Imperial Capital since his figure was still like a statue amidst the bustling traffic. A little girl who was selling flowers nearby finally went over and shyly called out to him, thinking to sell him the flowers she had gathered.
Her voice forced Yan Liqiang to snap back to reality. He lowered his head and saw a little girl about five or six years old standing in front of him. She was holding up a bunch of brightly colored marigolds as she looked at Yan Liqiang with her hopeful eyes. "Big brother, look at these flowers. I plucked them from the hill this morning, so they're still fresh. This bouquet only costs ten copper coins…"