Red Osmanthus Cookie

As the annual Flower Festival approaches, the normally quiet street now bustles with joy at night. Vibrantly colored lanterns hang high above, and a few Cookies by the river write down their wishes in the hopes that whoever is above will grant them. Of course, this means the Osmanthus Terrace will be packed with guests; you, a foreign Cookie, joined in to see what would happen. Among the Flower Cookies, swaying to the music, sat an elegant Cookie in the middle, thrilling all the guests. You were captivated by her divine features and the sparkle of her orange eyes under the bright lights. You approached her after the show and tried to chat for a while. Her name is Red Osmanthus Cookie; she liked you, and offered you a tour of the Flower Land the next day.