It was to personally accept the flower Qian Qian had given her.
The old woman looked terrible.
Her face was pale.
Her eyes were bloodshot.
Her hair was somewhat disheveled.
She clutched the woman beside her tightly to steady herself, but her body still trembled.
Her expression was so pleading that it was hard to bear.
"Say yes."
One of the girls watching spoke up.
"It's just one flower."
"Nothing will happen."
"Yeah."
The girl's words seemed to flip a switch, and everyone began chiming in.
"Say yes to the old woman."
"She's so pitiful."
"She just wants that flower."
"Her friend gave it to her."
"Hey."
Someone asked in confusion, "How do you know that snake gave the old woman that flower?"
What if the snake had just picked it up because it thought it was fun?
Or...
What if the snake liked the flower?
And had simply picked it up in its mouth?
That was possible too, wasn't it?
"It was for the old woman."
The girl who had spoken first turned around. "I saw it."
"The snake brought the flower over to the old woman."
"Right in front of her."
The girl emphasized this.
"It wanted to give her the flower."
"That still doesn't necessarily mean..."
The person who had questioned it earlier muttered again.
It could have been a coincidence, couldn't it?
The old woman might have happened to come over to the window just as the snake did.
To an outsider, it might have looked as though the snake had come specifically for her.
"It wasn't a coincidence."
A middle-aged man spoke up. "You don't know..."
"But people who come to this reptile house often are probably familiar with that old woman."
"She comes here all the time."
"And