Poison Ivy, I Give You a Choice!

Washington, a flower shop, second floor. Lush green vines grew everywhere, carpeting the walls and hanging from the ceiling, making the room resemble a natural mountain cave deep in the wilderness. The noise of the city outside had faded to nearly nothing. White light streamed through gaps in the vines by the window, blurring the figures of the two people standing face-to-face indoors. Xi Nian and Poison Ivy said nothing, and the room was incomparably quiet for a time.