Lin Xiaoyu’s fingers gently traced over that rose about to wither. On the flower shop’s glass window, a phone screen flashed with a $INJ 5.61% gain. "The numbers rise even faster than spring," she told the programmer customers. "But sadly, roses don’t bloom with the candlestick chart."

The programmer shook his head: "In the digital world and the real world, one chases the rally, the other keeps time. He opened the market feed: "Look at $INJ —when the main force pulls, how many people follow with racing hearts."

Lin Xiaoyu lowered her gaze, trimmed the drooping rose, and inserted it into a vase, adding nutrients. "Patience," she said softly, "for both flowers and the market."

Sunset streamed through the glass, and miraculously, the rose slowly unfurled; its petals took on a faint reddish glow. Lin Xiaoyu watched the flickering number $INJ , then smiled gently, turning that rose 180 degrees so its petals faced the outside sky growing darker by the minute. In her eyes, the boundary between numbers and flowers blurred at that moment.

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