Zhoumi knows a little too well just how useful flowers can be. They have served him oh so well over the years after all. But, can those around him keep up when they replace his words? ForewordFloriography, otherwise known as the language of flowers, is a fascinating subject once you get past all the roses. Theyre a little repetitive in all honesty. It can express everything from desire to a declaration of war in a beautifully presented bouquet. The subtleties can leave people guessing for days if they arent fluent.  When you cant find the words, or the courage to speak them when you do have them, this knowledge can be essential. Like music and love, flowers are a universal language. Maybe thats why Zhoumi fell so hard for it, or maybe it was easier leaving a book laying around than stumbling over the same word time and again in the early days. Although his Korean improved, knowing what and how to say it never got any easier. Flowers spoke when he couldnt, told the story he wouldnt and confessed what he shouldnt have done