The flower beds in the rose garden began to sway, their rustling filling the air.
Xiao Li found it strange. He felt the breeze and thought it was hardly windy today, so why did the roses seem to be moving? Was the wind stronger over there?
Huahua couldn't understand the language of plants, but they looked as though they were talking.
Huahua: [How strange. They seem really worked up, but I get the feeling it's nothing good.]
Jiang Shuyue: [They're insulting me, saying I'm just a lowly Green Tea Spirit who's gotten full of herself merely because she grew feet and took human form.]
[Their ancestors were roses from the Imperial Garden of Japan's great shogun. They're on an entirely different plane from a nonflowering weed like me.]
[They also told me to wait. Once they take human form, they'll be a thousand times prettier than me. With looks like mine, I'll be nothing but an ugly freak beside them.]
Huahua: ...
Actually, although its host's looks weren't absolutely stunning, she had a cool, understated elegance that was the polar opposite of her personality. The more someone got to know her, the more captivated they became.
If anything, it thought these roses had some green-tea traits themselves.
Huahua: [I finally understand why you hate foreign species. They really are kind of nasty.]
Jiang Shuyue: [Not all foreign species are awful, but for some reason, things from Japan really rub me the wrong way. Every last one behaves like this. They don't even have feet, yet they dare mock me? They must be tired of living!]
Jiang Shuyue casually plucked a rose and grinned at the flower bed.
The flower bed reacted even more violently.
A vast stretch of the rose garden began to sway, wave upon overlapping wave, releasing an