Bai Zhi'er listened and swiftly responded in her childish voice.
"How could that be? Just a few days ago, Zhi'er ate them; the oranges hanging on the branches were icy sweet~"
Having said that, she tugged her brothers and headed towards the Orange Garden.
However, what met their eyes were patch after patch of bare branches.
Although the Orange Garden was not small, looking around, where was there a single orange?
Bai Zhi'er pouted: "How strange~"
The branches stretched out, clawing like wild dragons.
The fourth son, Bai Daoyan, frowned and reminded: "Sister, walk slowly, don't let the tree branches scratch your face."
Bai Zhi'er walked with small steps, running to the only Nuan Pavilion outside the Orange Garden.
Each garden has a pavilion for the distinguished guests to rest while enjoying the scenery.
The Orange Garden is no exception.
