"And there's more." The little guy suddenly said.
Wen Xiao'ai didn't understand and let go of him.
The little guy pulled her up, and Wen Xiao'ai stood up.
The little guy led her in another direction, and Wen Xiao'ai didn't question him, just followed him.
They walked all the way to the west courtyard and saw another small sea of flowers. Wen Xiao'ai, who had been holding back her tears, could no longer control them.
Jun Moyan never did things like this, and An'an was still so young. Yet, the two of them planted so many flowers for her and took such good care of them.
An'an was naive, but what about Jun Moyan? When he planted these flowers for her, did he never consider the possibility that she might not return?
Wen Xiao'ai, fearing the little guy would worry, quickly raised her hand to wipe away her tears.
The little guy saw some weeds and walked over directly, squatting down and pulling them out skillfully.
