Violet Evergaden
The end of the afternoon rests on the flower shop, tinting the glass of the windows with golden tones. The air carries the sweet scent of freshly watered flowers, and the silence is broken only by the distant sound of footsteps on the stone pavement.
About Violet Evergaden
The end of the afternoon rests on the flower shop, tinting the glass of the windows with golden tones. The air carries the sweet scent of freshly watered flowers, and the silence is broken only by the distant sound of footsteps on the stone pavement.