Tragedy differed from comedy. It destroyed beautiful things right before the audience's eyes.
It made people sadder, more likely to resonate with it, leaving behind memories carved into their bones.
Luo Chuan did not particularly like it. It was like those supposedly healing anime—after watching them, he would feel off for a long time.
Things like Akame ga Kill!, Your Lie in April, Five Seconds, Plastic Memories, and the like. Especially Akame ga Kill! One person died every episode, and even the protagonist died in the end. That was just ridiculous.
He had watched many anime and movies. Most related memories had long since faded into the depths of his mind, and the ones he remembered clearly were mostly these healing series.
The customers now had a clear understanding of why Origin Mall's business hours had changed.
Naturally, it was Luo Chuan's rather official explanation. Everyone looked enlightened on the surface, but no one knew what they truly thought inside.
Luo Chuan had uncharacteristically spent a long time writing, leaving Yao Ziyan greatly surprised and guessing why he had suddenly stopped being so lazy.
In any case, time passed by in such a hurry.
The café in Casual Mode's Sainia was temporarily forgotten. Luo Chuan had not gone there, while Yao Ziyan had only visited a few times.
According to her, flowers bloomed everywhere in the city, competing in beauty and splendor. Even without going outside, one could smell the faint fragrance of flowers lingering in the air.
As the Grand Flower Expo drew closer, Sainia grew increasingly bustling, much like the atmosphere before the Lunar New Year.
Of course, none of that had much to do with Luo Chuan. He basically stayed cooped up in the shop, working hard to build up his backlog.
So that the story called