Hearing others exclaim, Lu Zihan instantly opened her eyes and saw in the bowl held by Xiaobao, a red watermelon pulp from which a tiny green sprout emerged, resembling a small blade of grass, growing at a visible speed.
At this moment, Lu Zihan's beautiful eyes widened greatly, trying to discern if this was an illusion or reality.
Xiaobao then laughed and said, "Don't doubt it. It was moved by you and finally sprouted."
Lu Zihan reached out her small hand, slowly extended it, and when she lightly touched it, she quickly retracted as if shocked by electricity, seeming both fearful of damaging the tender green sprout and startled by it.
Lu Zihan raised her head, looking at Xiaobao's clean smile and clear eyes, tears suddenly welled up and overflowed.
Seeing Lu Zihan cry, Xiaobao was a bit flustered and said in a depressed tone, "Why are you crying? If you keep crying, people might think I did something terrible to you!"
