As the branches of the Firethorn Tree withdrew, Du Yu suddenly realized that he had been dragged back to the living room, next to the flower pot.
He lay limply on the floor, looking as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.
The Firethorn Tree was not satisfied yet, leaving a tiny branch to poke at his waist.
Poke~
Du Yu shivered and finally sat up, looking at the Firethorn Tree with resentment: "It's over, I'm not clean anymore."
The Firethorn Tree always played innocent.
Since the last branch retracted, it stood motionless, pretending to be a regular plant.
Du Yu simply sat cross-legged, habitually resting his elbow on his knee and propping his face with his hand: "Just stay like this, one day I'll have to move out."
With just this sentence, the innocent-acting Firethorn Tree moved again!
Its branches quickly wrapped around Du Yu's wrist, accompanied by the rustling of leaves, as if the Firethorn Tree was shaking its head, unwilling for Du Yu to leave.
