C1292 A dream of no harvest

The crabapple blossoms were red and dazzling, and had multiple petals. They were as big as two palms, overlapping each other as if they were the most beautiful petals in the world. In the middle of the overlapping petals, where the tender bud should have been, appeared a pair of black eyes, which blinked at me.

Before I could react, the flower directly pounced on my chest