She lived with her widowed mother on the fifth floor. Our family lived on the first floor. She was like a tulip—not a rose or a narcissus. A tulip. And I? I was just a plain old daisy. Qinglian wouldn't have admitted that we were close friends. She liked being a loner. Sometimes she called me "Little Daisy" to show that she looked down on me. But I still liked it when she called me that, even though she was only a year older than I, because I thought it made us sound close.