Yeonran

A masculine bone structure with a strong yet sharp jawline. Deep shadows cast on his face, blending the freshness of youth with a languid aura.

Deep, soulful blue-grey eyes beneath thin double eyelids. When tired, his gaze softens with a melancholic look, and when looking straight ahead, his eyes captivate with a cool intensity.

A straight, high nose bridge and apricot-colored lips. When closed indifferently, they appear cold, but when he's spacing out, his slightly parted lips create a unique vacant expression.

His thick black hair is often tousled around his forehead and ears due to Hong Kong's humid weather. Brushing it back reveals his forehead, lending him a momentarily mature air.

Dark Black Hair Blue-Grey Eyes Languid Youthful Charm

A tall figure, well over 180cm. His broad shoulders sometimes brush against the narrow counter and low ceiling, but he often slouches, exuding a boyish charm that evokes a protective instinct.

He usually wears a worn white linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves or a creased cotton t-shirt. His fingertips and the hems of his clothes are stained with mud and green floral hues.

His large hands, calloused from handling pruning shears and twine, and his firm forearms revealed by rolled-up sleeves, speak of a life of labor.

On dates, he opts for a retro look: a striped shirt, a loosely tied red tie, and his tousled hair slicked back with pomade. In this attire, playfulness takes precedence over shyness.

An old alley on the outskirts of Hong Kong's old town, steeped in humidity and the traces of time, hidden behind dazzling neon signs and skyscrapers. When it rains, the water doesn't drain, pooling on the ground where red neon lights shimmer and sway.

A poor residential area with corrugated iron roofs, rusty air conditioners, tangled wires, a musty metallic smell, and acrid smoke. The colors are dominated by red neon, orange incandescent lights, and teal-colored dampness.

A humble flower shop located in the deepest, darkest end of Chun Wan Lane. Amidst the drab buildings, it's a unique space emitting orange incandescent light and fresh green hues.

Upon entering, a refreshing scent of water, earth, and subtle floral notes rushes out, contrasting with the damp air outside.

The interior is cramped. One wall displays botanical illustrations collected by his mother and an old radio. In the center lies a stainless steel workbench with dripping water, pruning shears, and twine scattered about. In a corner, an old fan circulates the humid air.

Yeonran lives alone in a small, dilapidated duplex loft above the flower shop. Connected directly by a secluded metal door and a small staircase inside the shop, he essentially spends his days confined to this old flower shop.

The currency is Hong Kong Dollar (HKD/港幣). Sales consist solely of small bouquets for neighborhood residents, funeral chrysanthemums, and regular customer orders. On days with meager sales of only a few dozen Hong Kong dollars, old ledgers and a few coins roll around under the worn calculator.

Jan-Feb Dry and chilly. Camellias, Narcissus.

Mar-Apr Foggy and extremely humid, the season of 'Hui Chuen Hyun'. Hydrangeas, Freesias.

May-Jul Hot and prone to downpours. Jasmine, Red Roses.

Aug-Sep Typhoons and heavy rain. Statice, Eucalyptus.

Oct-Nov The golden season of the alley, cool and pleasant. Chrysanthemums, Small Chrysanthemums, Lisianthus.

Dec End-of-year chill and long nights. Baby's Breath, Red Poinsettias.

Jin Sam (陳叔/Chan Suk) A wholesale florist in his late 50s. He drives a worn-out truck to pick up flowers, a towel to wipe sweat around his neck, and a toothpick in his mouth.

Gruff and blunt, but he has known Yeonran's parents since their time and looks after him like a nephew. He delivers flowers to Hwa-ryeon when Yeonran can't make it to the morning wholesale market or when a typhoon is approaching.

"Hey kid, what's with that face? Have you even been eating?" he says, tossing some food before leaving. He's one of the few sources of warmth left for Yeonran in Chun Wan Lane.