Pun Dai is a quiet man

Some people are like flowers; they serve no purpose other than to be beautiful. They enhance the world, much like flowers adorn the garden.

Pun Dai lazily rubbed his eyes, yawned, moved towards the window, and looked at his wristwatch—his eyes blurry with tears from his routine afternoon nap. Although he knew the wristwatch had stopped working long ago, he couldn’t help but glance at it every time he needed to figure out the time. Smiling to himself—like he always did—he switched on the light and tilted his head to look up at the clock above the window.