Are the mountains and fields all born from me?
So many people have already called me father or mother, adopted father or mother, master, and so on...
Am I now also the mother of flowers?
Sui Yi felt a bit awkward and said: "I wouldn't say it's mine... Miss Yan can handle it herself."
Yan Jingan glanced at her, flicked her sleeve, and some flowers floated into her palm.
She looked at Sui Yi, her gaze deep and distant.
"You're quite thin..."
A seemingly random comment, yet Sui Yi understood.
Being thin makes the clothes appear oversized...
Sui Yi extended her hand, took the flowers into her embrace, and sighed inwardly, taking advantage makes one dependent...
Strength is still very important.
"These will be enough if you're making flower tea."
"Hmm."
"Anyway, you can't drink it."
Sui Yi looked at her sidelong and said calmly: "It's not that I can't drink it, I just can't tell the difference... drinking it is no big deal."
