Grandma Xiao Chun planted quite a few osmanthus trees in her yard. When the breeze swept through, it was the most beautiful time because it was not only pleasing to the eye but also fragrant.
"Speaking of which, this is one you broke before."
"Me?" Luo Qiu was slightly stunned.
The osmanthus tree that Grandma Xiao Chun pointed at was indeed much shorter than the others and did not look particularly lush.
At that moment, Grandma Xiao Chun picked some osmanthus flowers from this tree and placed them into the basket Luo Qiu was holding. She smiled and said, "How old were you back then, I wonder?"
"About this tall, perhaps?" Grandma Xiao Chun gestured to her waist with her hand, her smile gentle. "You were making a fuss about taking it home to plant, and then you broke it.
Luo Qiu chuckled, "I had my mischievous moments... Ah, I remember now. I even got scolded by my father for it. I think that was when I started to be a bit afraid of him."
